Demented Sons Series Volume One: Books 1-4 (Demented Sons MC Iowa)

by Kristine Allen

  My boobs really didn’t need to be pushed up any farther than they already were.

  When Rick got a little too comfortable and his hands started roaming, the night went downhill fast. Because I was beyond tipsy and my coordination was off, I’d foolishly let him drag my butt out in the dark.

  Damn, damn, damn….

  “Rick, stop! Come on, let’s head back to the dance floor. Becca’s going to wonder where I am.” I tried to convince him without causing a scene. Perhaps he was too drunk to register that I wasn’t into him.

  He was scaring the shit out of me, and I struggled to get away from him. With every step, panic clawed up my throat.

  Then a hand landed on Rick’s shoulder and he was jerked around. I quickly brushed my skirt back down and slid off the table. Prepared to sneak away while Rick was distracted, I took my first step.

  “I think the young lady was pretty clear when she said stop.” The voice seemed to be deceptively calm.

  As I sidled around Rick, my vision zeroed in on the most stunning man I’d ever laid eyes on. He had to be at least 6’3” with short-cropped jet-black hair. Though we were in the dark shadows of the barn, he had the most vivid blue eyes in existence. Thick lashes framed those gorgeous baby blues when his head swiveled my direction.

  One of his dark eyebrows rose in question before his attention returned to Rick.

  I froze in place as my eyes swept down his body—and what a body it was.

  Firmly sculpted muscles were outlined perfectly through his tight black T-shirt. Dark tattoos peeked from the sleeves on both arms, making me wonder what kind of artwork the gods bestowed on him. Because surely this man was not human.

  There was no way he was from the college. The guy had a maturity and worldliness about him that every male there was lacking.

  He was simply too beautiful for words.

  His worn-looking jeans hung low on his hips, and that butt… sweet baby Jesus, it should be a sin for a guy to have a butt that nice.

  Hell, what was wrong with me? I needed to quit drooling over Mr. Sex-in-a-box and get back to Becca.

  Ugh!

  “Hey, man, this doesn’t concern you. Me and my girl were just trying to spend a little alone time together. Back the fuck off!” Rick mouthed off, causing me to stop in my tracks. I spun back to the two of them.

  “Oh hell no. Rick, I’m not your ‘girl,’ and I do not want to have any alone time with you!” I said as my fists clenched and my eyes flashed. “I told you I wanted to go back to Becca, but you were too drunk for that to sink into your thick skull!”

  What an ass.

  Rick’s face screwed up in anger as he took a step toward me. “You fucking bitch! Maybe you shouldn’t be such a dick tease!”

  My mouth fell open in shock.

  That’s when Mr. Sexy dropped his beer bottle, grabbed Rick by the front of his shirt, and slammed him against the side of the barn.

  “Watch your fucking mouth, you piece of shit. Didn’t your momma teach you not to talk to ladies like that?” With a deadly calm manner, he brought his face within centimeters of Rick’s.

  When he said something to Rick in such a low tone I couldn’t make it out, I saw fear in Rick’s eyes. Except he quickly covered it with an expression of false bravado.

  Jerking away from the stranger, he straightened his shirt, then gave me a hate-filled look before he stomped off, muttering, “Shit, you can have the dumb, stuck-up bitch, asshole. She doesn’t put out anyway.”

  As I went to thank Mr. Sexy, I stumbled over the uneven ground in Becca’s stupid heels. Being more than tipsy, I couldn’t get my balance and started to fall.

  The ground was coming up fast to hit my face, but he stepped forward, grabbed me under my arms, and pulled me up against him. Which caused my face to be buried in his abdomen.

  “Shit. Shit! Shit!” How embarrassing.

  Realizing it had made me look like a klutzy, dumbass little girl who couldn’t handle herself or her alcohol, I flushed.

  Freakin’ fantastic. Way to make an impression, Steph!

  “I may have broken my nose on your rock-hard abs,” I muffled into said abs.

  Wanting to crawl in a hole, I looked up to see two deep, sexy dimples appear in his cheeks.

  He let out a quiet laugh.

  “Dimples? Seriously? I’m a sucker for dimples. Great. Just great,” I muttered to myself.

  “Umm, while I’m not complaining about your position right now, I think this is what you were trying to avoid with what’s his face, kiddo.”

  “Kiddo? Really? For your information, I’m almost twenty-two. Wow, you must be, what? At least eighty, right?” With a smirk and a heavy dose of sarcasm, I boldly met his eyes.

  God, alcohol makes me stupid.

  His grin widened, exposing straight white teeth. I started to wonder if the guy had any flaws. He was beginning to make me feel self-conscious as fuck.

  “Sweetheart,” he drawled, “you have no idea how much older I am than you. I may be twenty-six in years, but I guarantee I’m older than any of these boys here in life experience.” After pulling me upright, he made sure I was steady before he let go.

  If I was any judge of the expression that flickered briefly on his face, he was reluctant to release me.

  My heart sank as he started to walk away, but then he looked over his shoulder at me. “I’m gonna grab a new beer since your friend made me drop mine. I’d offer to get you one, but I think you need to hydrate a little with some water. Unless you wanna feel like dragon dump tomorrow.” I caught his smirk as he sauntered off toward the water troughs full of ice and beverages.

  His amazing butt held my gaze as he walked away. I should’ve been ashamed of where my thoughts were drifting. But I wasn’t.

  The beer in one hand dripped water in the grass as he walked. A bottle of water was in the other, which he held out to me.

  “Care to pull up a spot of grass and join me?” He gestured over to the shadowed side of the barn. “I don’t bite. Unless you want me to,” he added with a wink.

  “Umm, yeah, okay.” The guy did save me from a potentially unpleasant encounter with Rick. And there was something about him that put me at ease.

  As I took the bottle from him, the water from the surface slid across his fingers and ran down my hand. It hung briefly from my wrist before dropping to the ground.

  Call me crazy, but it was like that tiny stream held an electric current that connected us for that split second. My eyes lifted to his, and we stared for what seemed like hours.

  After he cleared his throat, he looked down and moved over by the barn. When we sat on the ground, I kicked off my shoes and tucked my legs to the side.

  Maybe the night was beginning to redeem itself.

  She took the cap off the bottle of water and tipped it up. As a small drop of water appeared at the corner of her mouth, I couldn’t stop myself from reaching a finger over and catching it before it fell from her full lips. I was sorely tempted to catch it with the tip of my tongue, but I gave myself a mental shake instead.

  Slowly, she lowered the bottle. With wide eyes, her lips remained partially open as she watched me bring the drop to my mouth and lick it from my fingertip. Her breath hitched, and she swallowed hard.

  There are things I could do to you with this mouth that would leave you breathless, sweetheart.

  When she leaned closer to me, I reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. It was like I couldn’t control the movements of my own body. Me, the man who was the epitome of self-control.

  What the fuck?

  Eyes a soft cornflower blue stared back at me from beneath multihued blonde hair. They sparkled as they caught the light from the distant bonfire and strung lights.

  There was a classic beauty to her. With high cheekbones, softly arched brows, heart-shaped face, and full lips, every inch screamed for me to kiss her.

  Fucking Midwest girls. She was straight-up smoking. I didn’t remember them looking
like that back in Tennessee. Not that I’d been home in six years. What the fuck reason had I had to go back there anyway?

  After allowing my eyes to peruse her head to toe, I looked up and saw she’d been watching me check her out. Not that I cared about being caught, but since I’d saved her from jock-face-gropey-hands, I supposed I should at least try not to look like a horny asshole.

  She ran her little pink tongue along the top of her bottle of water before she took another drink of the cold liquid, and my heart lurched. Her eyes never left mine as I stared at her throat moving with each swallow.

  Christ, that made my dick stand at attention. Maybe I should’ve poured some of that shit down my pants to calm it down. What the fuck was it about her that had my mind going all kinds of places it shouldn’t?

  Looking into her eyes shouldn’t have me wondering what she would be like as a military wife. First of all, there was no way a wife would ever fit in my career plans. And second, I hadn’t known the chick fifteen minutes.

  Fuck. I’d never thought about a wife in any way, shape, or form.

  What I did know was I seriously wanted to fuck the sass right off Little Miss College Girl. Then take her back with me in my duffel bag and do it again, and again, and again.

  My only answer was I must’ve been going crazy. My last reverse Soldier Readiness Processing must have lied, because I was totally losing my shit.

  “Soooooooo. I’m guessing you don’t go to school here,” she said as she drew circles in the condensation with the tip of her index finger.

  With a questioning expression, she waited for me to answer, and soft wisps of hair fell across her left eye.

  Without thinking, I reached over to brush it behind her ear again. As I withdrew, the warmth of her breath hit me.

  Running a fingertip along her sexy-as-fuck bottom lip, I felt like the biggest pervert alive. Because I clearly envisioned those sultry lips wrapped around my cock as her blue eyes looked up at me from under a half-lidded glance.

  It was wrong on so many levels. She was essentially a kid.

  Shaking myself out of my X-rated thoughts, I finally answered her.

  “Uh, no. My buddy and I are in the army stationed down at Ft. Benning in Georgia. He’s from some small town here in Iowa, and a bunch of the guys he went to high school with are here. They invited him down for this last big hurrah before they graduate. He just brought me along for the ride. We’re heading back to post soon. Our leave is almost up.” I didn’t want to get into the fact that I was deploying to Afghanistan, again, because I didn’t want to think about that shit. For one night, I wanted to pretend that I was a normal twenty-six-year-old guy who’d met a hot blonde at a party.

  “Oh, okay,” she answered uncertainly.

  After I stretched my legs out in front of me, I leaned against the barn. Absently, I pulled blades of grass, running the silky-feeling stems between my fingers.

  “You ever met anyone in the military?” I questioned.

  “Honestly? I really haven’t.” She shrugged as she bit her lip.

  When she shivered, I noticed goose bumps break out across her arms. Like an idiot, I reached over and pulled her close to my side, placing my arm around her. As I ran my hand rapidly up and down her arm, trying to warm her up, I couldn’t help but want to touch more of her.

  All of her.

  “Hope you don’t mind?” I asked as an afterthought.

  “No, it’s fine. Thank you.” Her heat burned into my side.

  Her teeth tugged at her bottom lip again, and I groaned to myself at seeing that sexy-as-fuck expression. For a moment, it felt like we were alone in the world.

  Of its own volition, my body leaned down to brush my lips against hers.

  The bad thing was, it wasn’t even close to what I wanted to do.

  Like a man starving, I ran my tongue along that abused bottom lip of hers. Savoring whatever sweet-tasting lip gloss she had on, I desperately wanted to see if the rest of her tasted as sweet.

  God help me, because I was rapidly losing control.

  Calm down, Alcott. Fuck.

  Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to pull back and put some space between us. We both ignored the brief awkwardness that followed the kiss and made companionable small talk.

  Time seemed to slip away from us.

  She was amazingly easy to talk to. Enough that I began to relax and even laughed here and there as I shared some of my funnier deployment stories.

  We didn’t talk personal details. Hell, we didn’t even exchange names. It was as if deep down we knew this was only for tonight.

  Mostly, we people-watched the drunk coeds stumble, drink, and grope each other.

  “Oh my God, did you see that?” she asked as we laughed at a guy who obviously thought he was in but instead got smacked on the face before the girl stormed off.

  Fucking hilarious.

  Our eyes met, sharing the humor. That was when everything seemed to stand still. She took in a soft, excited breath before she reached up to my shoulder. Wordless, she slowly slid her hand up my neck until she was running her fingers across the short-cropped hair at the back of my head.

  The rasp of the short hairs against her fingers had me taking a deep breath, inhaling her rich, exotic-smelling perfume. It was fucking intoxicating.

  As if in slow motion, we leaned closer until our lips connected. The tip of her tongue tentatively hooked under my top lip, pulling me into her allure, leaving my senses completely fucked.

  Our tongues, lips, and teeth dueled in a crazy battle for power before I pulled away. My breath was harshly entering and exiting my body. As my heart continued to race, I rested my forehead against hers.

  “Sweetheart, I’m trying really hard to keep myself in check, but there is only so much self-control I can tap into if we keep this up. I need to let you know before things go too far. Fair warning and all that shit.” I tangled my fingers in the hair at the nape of her neck.

  Her answer was to tip her head slightly, nipping my top lip before soothing it with her tongue. Then she whispered, “What if I don’t want you to?” against my lips.

  Yeah, all the invitation I needed.

  Our kiss deepened and rapidly became a desperate, intense melding of lips, tongues, and bodies.

  It was like we couldn’t get close enough to each other. Then she grabbed both sides of my face with her delicate hands and kissed me like the world was ending tomorrow.

  Fuck, maybe it was. Maybe what we were experiencing was a frantic need to feel alive and connected. Whatever it was, I pushed all thoughts of what my future held to the back of my mind.

  “What is it with you?” I moaned. She had me burning like an inferno for her. Something I’d never experienced before in my fucking life.

  “Me?” she questioned breathlessly before we lay back on the cool green grass. My leg slipped between hers. That sexy skirt rode up, and she pressed against my thigh, grinding in small circles.

  I fisted her hair as we broke off the kiss, leaving us both panting. I knew she could feel how hard I was since my cock was pressed into her hip. I needed to get a fucking grip or I was going to come in my fucking jeans like an inexperienced teenage boy.

  “We can’t do this here where anyone could walk up on us,” I whispered with a groan. “You’re so much better than that, baby girl. If we’re doing this, we need to go somewhere more private.”

  I needed her to understand where this was headed if we didn’t stop.

  But if she was on board, I needed her to know she was worth more than that. She deserved better than a quick fuck in the grass at a party with drunk-ass idiots laughing and dance music reverberating through the night air.

  “We can go back to my apartment if you want. I can tell Becca I’m tired and you’re giving me a ride back. Let me talk to her to make sure she’ll be all right and has a safe ride home, okay?” The soft words were spoken between kisses along my neck.

  “All right, I’ll go let my buddy know we’r
e taking off. He has his bike, so he has his own ride back. Do you have a car here, or will you be okay with riding on my bike? Shit, never mind. You can’t ride in those heels and that skirt,” I said, feeling frustrated. I ran an agitated hand through the longer hair at the top of my head.

  “Funny enough, I have jeans and Vans in Becca’s car. Will that be okay?” she asked in a breathless whisper.

  “Yeah, better than those heels for sure. Not that you wouldn’t look sexy as fuck on my bike like that.” I grinned. “Meet me back here?”

  “Yes,” she said, “the sooner the better.” She reached up and kissed me quickly on the lips. After scooping up her heels, she ran across the grass toward the doorway of the barn.

  Light, laughter, and music continued to spill out of the large, open sliding doors, and people sat on hay bales drinking and talking. I watched her long, sexy legs as she ran. When she reached the door, I turned to find Mason to tell him I was taking off and would hook back up with him tomorrow.

  AS I RAN BAREFOOT across the cool springy grass, my heart raced with excitement. I, straight-laced, studious Steph, was going to bring home a complete stranger—an absolutely sexy beast of a stranger.

  I must be out of my tree, but nothing has ever felt so right.

  It was like destiny. Like the fates had aligned the stars so we would meet at that party—one it turned out neither of us had wanted to attend.

  Okay, that sounded a little cliché, but whatever. I was not passing the chance up.

  When I reached the barn, I found Becca sitting in Brent’s lap on a bale of hay. Laughing, she had her head tipped back, and riotous red curls trailed down her back. Oblivious of the people around them, he placed soft kisses on the side of her neck.

  “Oh yeah, looks like you really needed a wingman,” I muttered as I walked up to her.

  “Becca. Um, I need to get in your car for a minute.” My face blazed heat.