Mayhem Madness: Reckless Bastards MC Series Books 1-7

by KB Winters

  In fact, Lasso had insisted because of the stress of the past few weeks. Genesis had been taken to the same hospital as me, where he spent four days in the ICU before succumbing to his injuries.

  A deep sadness had enveloped me in the days following his death, not because I wanted him alive but because I was the reason he was dead. The cops hadn’t agreed, calling it justified and sending me home with almost a thanks. Luckily, Big Boy had been released. A little battered and thinner than he’d ever been in his life, but he was grateful to be alive and promised Cross it was the last they’d see or hear from the Killer Aces. I couldn’t believe they let him go but I was grateful. The last thing I needed was more bodies on my conscious while baking this baby.

  Now I had to get home before Lasso did because I wanted to hang this painting as a surprise for him. If he really had gone to GET INK’D like he’d said, then he’d be home within the hour. However, I had feeling something else was going on. I’d heard him and the other Reckless Bastards talk about things like retaliation and Roadkill MC and I wondered what it was all about, though I trusted Lasso to tell me what I needed to know.

  After a quick shower, I put steaks in the broiler and vegetables on top of the stove, along with potatoes because carb overload is the only good thing about being pregnant. Well, besides the baby at the end.

  Lasso arrived about two hours later than expected, bloody and with torn clothing. I was on my feet as fast as I could, guiding him to one of the kitchen chairs. “Lasso, what the hell happened to you?” He sat with a groan and his head tilted back, giving me the perfect opportunity to scan for scars.

  “Nothing much, just a fight with some assholes. Got sucker punched is all, but I’m okay, babe.” He pulled me close, one big hand cupping my ass. “You look pretty as fuck today.” His gaze wouldn’t leave the sheer burgundy fabric covering my otherwise naked body.

  “Thanks,” I told him and pulled out of his grasp to get what I needed to clean up his split lip. “Even bloody you look good enough to eat,” I told him with a sly smile.

  He groaned when I grinned at his discomfort. “I’ll be doing the eating tonight,” he growled, hissing as I cleaned his lip.

  “Maybe, but we should get you cleaned up first.” I took his hand and pulled him to the upstairs bathroom that was big enough for two and I undressed him, letting my hands linger over his big sexy body while the water got warm.

  “No amount of cleaning can cover up this dirty, sugar.” His mouth fused to mine, kissing me deep and hard until my body slowly came to life just as he wanted. Lasso liked to torture me during sex, pleasing me for so damn long until I was just angry and ready to come. I hated it as much as I loved it. And him.

  “That’s okay, I like you dirty.” And then he lifted me up and my legs went around his waist, lining our bodies up perfectly and quickly so I was against the bathroom wall, impaled on his thick cock. “Lasso, fuck.”

  He flashed that sexy grin that had me clenching around him, already close to coming. It was hard and fast as we swirled out of control while the steam from the shower built around us. We came on a roar, still too hungry for each other to do anything but seek out the burning desire simmering within both of us.

  The same thing happened in the shower and then the bedroom, only we didn’t make it to the bed. I turned and gripped the dresser, tempting him with the curve of my ass. I squealed like a cheerleader when his cock invaded me from behind, pumping hard and fast as he could, one hand gently resting on the curve of my belly while the other tweaked my nipples. It was hot. It was totally fucking insane and intense as hell, and I couldn’t get enough.

  “Shit, babe. You’re so fucking wet.”

  “Been thinkin’ about you all day,” I told him, flashing a smile over my shoulder. And that was all it took for him to come the second time. I was moving towards a new personal best record with Lasso.

  He picked me up and we fell on the bed together, his body falling first to protect me and the baby. Because this was a swoon-worthy guy. It didn’t matter that he was a biker and a veteran or that he occasionally had to do fucked up things in the name of his brothers. None of it mattered when I looked at him and saw my blue-eyed badass with the messy blond hair.

  “Damn girl, you sure know how to welcome a man home.”

  I laughed and pressed a kiss to his heart. “I want to give you something Lasso. Two things, actually, but I think you already know that you have my heart.”

  He sucked in a breath that told me he hadn’t known, at least not for sure.

  “I love you Lasso. You’ve had my heart for months and I was too chicken to tell you, but I’m telling you now. I love you.”

  “Thank fuck! I thought I was going to have to lock you in the basement,” he growled and held me tighter.

  “We don’t have a basement.”

  “Shut up,” he laughed and kissed me long and hard, flipping our positions so his long, thick cock was pressed between my thighs. “Let me enjoy hearing the woman I love finally tell me she loves me, too.”

  I looked at him and he stared back. “Go on, tell me.”

  I laughed but it was no hardship to sing my love from the rooftops, because I finally understood the expression. That’s exactly how I felt, like I wanted to tell the whole fucking world about this really great thing I’d found.

  “I love you, Lasso. I lo-ove you!” The words kept coming but they were more garbled and difficult to understand as his tongue laved me, licked and sucked me until I tugged on his hair and pushed up against his mouth. The things he did with his tongue were magical and the thought was kind of intoxicating, that if all went well I’d be privy to that magic forever.

  His tongue fucked me, licked me and brought me to the pinnacle of pleasure before he finally let me fall but not without his big strong arms there to catch me. “Holy fuck that was beautiful.”

  My body shook with laughter and my heart filled with happiness. “That was so incredible I almost forgot.”

  “The second thing?”

  I nodded. “The second thing.”

  He stared down at me with a loving look as his fingers stroked inside of me. “Don’t keep me waiting, sweetheart.”

  “You have my heart Lasso, but I’ve been pretty stupid with it over the years, giving it to dicks like Genesis. So I want to give you something no one else has ever had.”

  His blue eyes flashed with heat at my words and he leaned forward, kissing my mouth while his fingers did very dirty things to me. Lasso managed to wring another orgasm from me using nothing but his fingers and his kiss, using the juices to rub around my asshole. “You sure about this? You don’t have to prove anything to me, babe.”

  “I know, and I want to do this. I want to experience this with you.” His middle finger slipped into the forbidden hole and I gasped but it was surprise, not pain. And maybe a little discomfort.

  “How in the hell did I get so lucky?”

  “You knocked up the right girl?” My back arched, and I leaned into him.

  “Damn right I did,” he groaned and slid another wet finger inside me where I already felt full. His hands gripped my hips and pulled. I was on my knees and elbows as his tongue skidded up my back. I shivered. His touch was everything to me, fueling me towards pleasure while keeping me firmly where he wanted me. Underneath him.

  Then his cock was there, perched at my opening and my heart thundered against my chest, so loud I was sure it had to wake the baby. It was a weird thought to have in the moment so I squashed it and focused instead on Lasso. The blunt tip of his cock sliding into my ass, one finger keeping me as slick as possible while his thick cock invaded me.

  “Oh, God,” I groaned and winced at the painful pleasure. “Fuck, that’s good.”

  He groaned out my name and it was tight on his lips like he was using every bit of self-control he had not to just ram into me, not to fuck me like he really wanted to. “Shit, Rocky. So. Tight.”

  “Virgin asshole remember?”

  H
e growled and slid deeper until he was fully inside. “Oh fuck!”

  And suddenly the discomfort was so insignificant I barely noticed it as pleasure took over, the thick push and pull of his cock was a tempting sensation that had me pushing back against him, begging for more. I wanted all of him. Pounding into my ass like a jackhammer. My asshole opened up to him, as his strokes grew faster and deeper, his breathing shallow and harsh as he sought his pleasure.

  And mine. His hand slid around my hip and down between my legs and he played with my clit as he fucked my ass, creating so many sensations that I couldn’t even focus.

  The sensation began at the tips of my toenails and slowly worked its way across my whole body, his cock and fingers controlling me. When Lasso allowed it, the orgasm moved up my body and worked its way to the surface. When he wanted me to cry out, I did.

  It was a heady sensation that made me feel one time I did LSD in the desert. Colors were everywhere, and my body vibrated as if every particle that made me a person was humming independently.

  “More,” I moaned and pushed against him again, harder.

  “Fuck yeah,” he growled, smacking my ass twice in a flash, and thrusting deeper. Harder. So deep that when he pinched my clit I went off like an animal in heat, orgasm roaring through me with the power of a runaway train. My orgasm triggered his and his teeth clamped down on my shoulder as his hot load shot into my ass.

  He grunted, “Fuck. Me.” His body jerked a few times and then he pulled out of me slowly and rolled over, pulling me with him. “Rocky, babe, I love the hell out of you.”

  I smiled and turned to face him. “I love you too, cowboy.”

  “I know.” He waggled his eyebrows as only he could.

  “By the way, that doesn’t count as one of my surprises.”

  “There are more?”

  I nodded over to the painting leaning against the armoire in the corner. He stood and fell back on the bed, laughing because his legs were still shaky from our all out love binge. Then he tried again, barely made it this time and somehow staggered to the large painting while I giggled at him. He turned it around and stared for so long I was certain he hated it. I’d drawn and then painted it from memory. Lasso, shirtless with a cigarette hanging from his lips, his Reckless Bastards vest hanging from a finger over his back, his gorgeous face in profile. It looked like a man who didn’t want to leave his woman, looking back at her with love and desire in his eyes.

  “Damn Rocky, that’s incredible.” He looked at me, smiling like a big kid. “You did this?”

  I nodded, shy and proud.

  “You really do love me.”

  “Thought we covered that already, cowboy. Try to keep up here.”

  I watched his big body eat up the short steps back to bed with a predatory gleam in his eyes. “That painting is magnificent. I feel like I need a new house and new furniture just to hang it up.”

  “You’re kidding, right? It’ll go perfect right above the sofa on that wall. I would have had it hung before you got home but this belly proved to be too big an obstacle.”

  “Don’t say that. I love your belly.” To prove it, he pressed a kiss so soft it brought a tear to my eye. When he looked up, Lasso’s blue eyes were suspiciously wet, but I didn’t comment on it. “Anything else?”

  I laughed and pushed at his chest. “You’re a greedy fucker, aren’t you?”

  “When it comes to you? All day, every fucking day, babe.”

  “My asshole hurts,” I said, but I laughed. “I’ve never felt so fucking high, though. Think we can do it again sometime?”

  “Fuck, yeah, we can. I’ll take your ass anytime you want. But you might wanna go clean up. Butt-fucking can get kind of messy.”

  “Not moving from here. I’m too fucking boneless.” I kissed his collarbone. “You smell good.”

  His hand went to my ass and squeezed. “That’s all you, babe. Flowers and sex.”

  “There’s one more thing,” I told him. He was supposed to show up for my appointment earlier today but had obviously been busy getting a busted-up lip.

  “I already know you love me.”

  “Good because that’s not it. Since you never ever use it, I think we should name our son, Dallas.”

  He sucked in a breath and those baby blue eyes turned dark blue, smooth like velvet and I couldn’t look away.

  “Boy? We’re having a boy,” he said, voice filled with awe. “A boy. Dallas.”

  “You said that already.”

  “Give me a moment, woman. It’s not every day a man finds out his first born will be a boy.”

  I knew he would be emotional about it because underneath his big bad biker, ex-military badass thing was the heart of a softy. I loved that damn softy.

  “You’ll be a great daddy.”

  His shoulders sagged in relief. “Fuck, yeah, I will.”

  “I can’t wait to see you hold our son in your arms.”

  He smiled and smacked a kiss against my lips. “I guess we owe Big Boy a debt of gratitude. If he hadn’t been grabbing you that night, you might have left before I got a chance to hit on you.”

  “Maybe you should thank Baby Dallas, since he’s the reason I showed up on your doorstep.”

  “Babe, I don’t give a damn if it was the devil himself that gave me a second chance with you, I’ll always be grateful. You’re the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time and I can’t wait to start our life together.”

  I wrapped my arms around his neck and grinned. “Together starts now, baby.”

  * * * *

  ~ T H E ~ E N D ~

  I hope you loved this amazing story nearly as much as I loved writing it. More Reckless Bastards coming soon!Turn the page for more deliciously decadent sexiness! And a freeb!

  CLICK HERE to sign up for exclusive reader content, free books, recommendations and huge giveaways!

  Heavenly Hacked

  Reckless Bastards MC

  By USA Today and Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author

  KB Winters

  Copyright © 2018 KB Winters and BookBoyfriends Publishing LLC

  Published By: BookBoyfriends Publishing LLC

  Copyright and Disclaimer

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2018 KB Winters and BookBoyfriends Publishing LLC

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission of the copyright owner. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of the trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.

  Chapter One

  Jag

  Everything had gone to shit tonight. Everything that could go wrong did, starting with the fucking shootout at Bungalow Three. At least none of the girls were seriously injured. A few scrapes and bruises from flying glass and grabby gangsters but no life threatening injuries. Even Stitch, who’d managed to take a bullet, had a through and through that would heal in time. The doctor we kept on the payroll showed up about five minutes before the law did and was taking care of it. Discreetly.

  It was bad enough the Killer Aces and their stupid ass leader, Genesis, had come to town thinking they’d leave with Lasso’s wife and baby. But at the whorehouse, we’d put down a couple members of Roadkill MC, along with a few Killer Aces. Now wasn’t the time but it wouldn’t be long before my club, the Reckless Bastards, had them in our crosshairs. Those fuckers had been playing with us long enough and it was time to make them pay.
>
  “Yo, Jag! Some hottie with blue hair is looking for ya.” The words registered but the voice didn’t, not with so much shit going on. Cops and forensics had showed up and they were taking their sweet ass time looking around. Luckily Lasso and Rocky were already on their way to the hospital after a brutal run-in with her ex. Because there were so many cars, vans and trucks clogging up the place, nothing bigger than a bike would be able to get through.

  It shouldn’t be all that hard to find a chick with blue hair. I scanned the cluster of people beyond the crime scene tape until my gaze landed on a halo of bright blue hair. Her skin was pale and appeared deceptively delicate, until I saw the sleeve of tattoos on her left arm, fully on display thanks to a sleeveless Grateful Dead t-shirt. She looked around, her gaze freezing when she finally spotted me.

  I didn’t recognize her and as I drew closer I knew I’d never met her before. I would have remembered those unusual gray eyes. “You’re looking for me?” I asked, wary of this bundle of contradictions.

  She nodded and her smile was soft, almost affectionate like we knew each other. “I am.” She seemed stunned to see me, which I found odd considering she’d sought me out.

  “Look, this isn’t really a good time for you to be here. Who are you really looking for because I don’t know you?”

  “No,” she sighed. “You don’t. Not technically.” Her shoulders fell but only for a second before she recovered, once again squaring her shoulders and looking at me head on. “But I am looking for you, Jeremiah. It’s me, Vivi.”

  That one word. That name sucked all the air out of my lungs. It was a name I’d like to say I hadn’t thought about in the past almost fifteen years, but the truth was, Vivi had crossed my mind on more than a few occasions over the years. “Wow. Vivi. How the hell are you? What are you doing here? How did you find me?”