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

by Kristine Allen

  Kiss-swollen lips parted, and her eyes were bright and wide. The glow of the setting sun behind us glittered over the water, making her skin sparkle. The scent of the earth around us called to me on a primitive level.

  “God, you’re fucking beautiful.” I had no idea what the shit was between us, but she was like looking at eternity, and I didn’t want to let her go. Ever. And I was going to show her how much I fucking needed to feel her wrapped around me.

  I grabbed her shirt, pulling it up over her head and setting it to the side.

  Gazing down at her, I couldn’t resist leaning over to run my tongue across the perfect arch of the top of her tits. They rested over the top of her bra like an offering. Cradling them, I sucked lightly on each nipple.

  Once I’d had my fill, I reached down and pulled off her boots. Slowly, like I was opening a gift, I unbuttoned her jeans, pushing them down her legs until she kicked them off her feet and ankles.

  My lips continued the worship of her body as I slipped my hands under her when she arched her back, giving me better access to the hook of her bra. With a flick of my fingers, it came loose, and I tossed it to the side before dragging her panties off as fast as I could.

  After she was completely nude, I knelt there between her spread legs and took her in. Both to compare and memorize her body now against the first time I’d seen it.

  Like the first time, she was abso-fucking-lutely gorgeous.

  Perfect. Just fucking perfect.

  Though there were subtle changes, she still took my breath away. Her tits seemed a little fuller than I remembered, and her hips had widened slightly into a woman’s. She still had her belly button pierced, and her stomach, though slightly curved, was still taut. Amazed, I ran my fingers lightly along the few faint silver lines I’d missed the last time—evidence of when our child had grown inside her.

  Imagining her belly swollen with my child, our daughter, I felt an instant pang of regret that I’d missed it, but I quickly pushed it aside. There was no room for regret between us. Regardless of where things went from there, in that moment and for as long as I could keep her, she was mine.

  Featherlight, I caressed from her belly to her hips and across her groin, causing her to shiver. Finally, I trailed across her mound and down her wet folds. I leaned over, pressing light kisses to each of the faint marks from our baby. When I rose up, I cupped her wet pussy firmly. Staring into her eyes, I leaned over her with my weight held on one arm.

  “This pussy? It’s mine. No one else’s. I do not share. No one touches this but me. Say it.”

  “It’s yours,” I heard her breathlessly whisper.

  I groaned as I leaned in to kiss her and my fingers separated her slick, wet folds. Wanting to savor her, I teased her before sliding first one finger and then another into her. She moaned, clawing at my back through my shirt. Boldly, she pressed her pussy into my hand as I circled my palm on her clit and fucked her with my fingers.

  Her walls quivered before they tightened and pulsed, her creamy release soaking my fingers and hand. Sweet fucking hell, her body was made for me. There was no way this woman could respond like this to anyone else, and I was going to make sure she never did.

  This pussy? This body? My soul knew it was mine. Touching her was like coming home. Being inside her was like a healing balm that soothed my blackened soul.

  I couldn’t believe the things he did to me. It should be against the law for a person to feel this good. He played my body like a master pianist played the piano, bringing forth music that shattered the soul.

  When he pulled his fingers from between my legs and raised them to his full lips, I couldn’t believe it. Oh. My. God. He wouldn’t…. He did. I watched him lick his fingers before leaning in to kiss me.

  “Taste how your body responds to me,” he whispered before kissing me gently and running his tongue across mine. Never in a million years would I have thought that would be a turn-on, but I became a shameless hussy with him.

  Pulling away from the kiss, I tugged at his clothes. “Take them off, please.” More than anything, I needed to feel him, touch his skin… taste him. My hands wildly grasped at his shirt and jeans, plucking and pulling at them.

  Gently, he extricated my hands from his clothes and stood above me. I probably looked wild and savage as I lay sprawled out on the ground, panting as I watched him undress. He wasn’t moving fast enough, and I heard myself whimper.

  He was driving me crazy.

  He grasped his shirt by the back and pulled it over his head in one swift sweep, tossing it to the ground. Without pause, he unbuckled his belt, unfastened his jeans, and slid them down his legs, stepping out of them as he kicked them to the side.

  When I saw the defined ridge in his boxer briefs and the small damp spot on them at the top, I licked my lips before biting the lower one in anticipation. As he slid them off, his thick cock sprang out.

  Appreciatively, I studied the bold tattoos that twisted and wrapped his arms from wrist to shoulder. Some I remembered from before, but many were new.

  There was a large eagle across his back with the tips of the spread wings touching the edge of his shoulders. A set of tattooed dog tags were surrounded by other designs, and words ran all along his left side.

  His ink did absolutely nothing to detract from the sexy, sculpted muscles he still maintained, and I actually might have started drooling.

  Sweet Mary, mother of God.

  His legs flexed and bunched as he crouched and then knelt back down to the grass. There were even tats on his left leg, but I wasn’t able to see what they were before he was lying over me, bracing his weight on his forearms. Softly, he brushed my hair from my face and looked piercingly into my eyes.

  “Do you know how many times you saved me? Kept me strong? Brought me back?” he asked me in a low voice. I shook my head. His lips brushed softly along mine as he whispered, “You’re my angel, Steph. You were with me the entire time.”

  “Colton—I mean, Reaper, I feel like… I want to tell you….” I couldn’t form a complete sentence. It was like my brain had turned to mush. He did that to me.

  “When it’s just us like this? Use my real name. Only with you, like this, can I be the man you remember from that first night. Jesus, you deserve so much more than what I am now. God, Steph, I’m so fucked up inside.”

  I caressed his face.

  “Even though we haven’t been together these past few years, you were never out of my thoughts. Trust me, I don’t want to scare you away or make you say anything you don’t feel or want to say. But I need you to know where my head is before we go any further. Colton, I think I’m falling for you. I can’t help it. You’ve always been in my heart,” I said breathlessly. My heart raced as I worried I would chase him away with my confession.

  “Fuck that. You aren’t making me say or feel anything I don’t want to. You mean the world to me, Stephanie. It sounds insane, but I’ve been crazy about you since the first time we were together. You kept me going while you were a figment of my crazy fucking imagination in that shithole country. You saved me while I was delusional in the hospital after the explosion. I don’t deserve you, but I want you in my life. I’ll be here for you, and I’ll love you and our daughter till I take my last fucking breath. It’s only fair that you know where my head is before we do this.” Motionless, he looked at me, waiting for… what? Possible rejection? He must be crazy.

  I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him down to kiss me again.

  His lips ignited a fire in me when we connected. It was no soft, gentle kiss. It was a fierce claiming.

  In the darkening evening, we explored every inch of each other. We nipped and collided. His strong forearms framed me as his fingers threaded through my hair, anchoring us together.

  Reluctantly, he ended the kiss and reached over to his jeans. I heard the crinkle of the condom wrapper and watched him rip it open with his teeth, lift up, and roll it on.

  Holy hell, that was hot. Then I stare
d as he held himself at the base and stroked a couple of times before guiding it to me. His eyes never broke contact with mine as he flicked the tip through my wetness and then plunged to the hilt.

  Overcome, I sucked in a hissing breath as he filled me completely.

  My entire body tingled and quivered as he slid in and out slowly at first, then gained speed. It wasn’t long before my muscles tensed up in expectation and the telltale pulsing began. Every muscle was tight, and I pulled desperately at the grass before grabbing his ass and raking it with my nails.

  I screamed as my climax ripped through me. It sent my soul flying through the air, then floating slowly to the ground before it landed in the incessant throbbing of the finale of my orgasm.

  Fine beads of sweat broke out over his forehead and across his chest. After he had prolonged my pleasure until I thought I might truly shatter, he resumed stroking into me in a rhythm as old as time.

  “God, Stephanie. You unravel me,” he rasped before his own muscles tensed. With a low groan, his cock thickened and pulsed as it filled the condom. He collapsed over me, wrapping me tightly in his arms, kissing my head and temple reverently.

  Our hearts seemed to pound in unison. Nothing about this felt wrong. It was like falling together. Like finding that lost piece of myself.

  “WHAT DID YOU MEAN when you said ‘in the hospital after the explosion’?” She was lying with her head pillowed on my bicep and my arms wrapped around her. Lightly, her fingertips ran over my forearm where it rested across her chest.

  Fuck, as soon as those words were out of my mouth earlier, I regretted them. I’d never talked about the details of the accident with anyone. I didn’t want her to know exactly how fucked up I was, but I didn’t know how to hide it from her now. When I took a shaky breath, my chest ached.

  “It was in Afghanistan before Christmas the year we met. I was riding up front. Mason—Hollywood—was my spotter. He was sitting behind me, with Kamil, our interpreter, sitting behind the driver.” I drifted back to that day, remembering it like it was yesterday.

  The Humvee rocked and jolted along the shitty-ass trail they called a road in that godforsaken hellhole known as Afghanistan. We were in a small convoy headed to our rendezvous point, where we would meet up with a trusted informant.

  Once there, we would then take that intel and break off to get into position. Our target was a key member of the Taliban. It had begun to feel like a hopeless cause, because it just seemed like when you killed one, another sprouted up to take his place, but I had my mission. There hadn’t been a soul on the road as we traveled, and it gave an unnatural, eerie feel to the land. Everyone was on edge and vigilant, watching for anything that seemed out of place or suspicious.

  We were about fifteen clicks out from the rendezvous point when we hit a large rock, causing us to swerve off the road. Suddenly, there was a loud explosion, and I couldn’t hear anything.

  We were flying through the air, tumbling over and over. I frantically fought to hold my phone. Even though it was powered down and I wasn’t supposed to have it, my angel’s picture was in it, and I clutched it with a death grip.

  It was like the fires of hell rained down on us. Debris in the Humvee was flying around inside like missiles, hitting us repeatedly before working its way out the windows as we tumbled. Something must have busted open, because it splattered across my face and chest.

  We came to a jolting stop and my hearing slowly returned, along with a constant ringing sound.

  Dazed, I realized we sat at an angle against a bunch of boulders and rocks. Everything was still muffled, but I could hear screaming. It wasn’t long before I realized it was me.

  The pain surged and seared through the left side of my body, and I tried to catch my breath. Hearing a moan, I looked over into the baby face of the driver. He was covered in blood. I hated that he looked at me with fear in his young eyes. He mumbled, “Help me, Sarge,” before he coughed, followed by a gurgled sound. When blood ran out of his nose and mouth, I kept saying, “No, no, no, no, no, no, no!” as his sightless eyes bored into me.

  His blood was running down until it dripped on my shoulder. I desperately tried to unbuckle, but my left arm wouldn’t work right. Crazed, I twisted slightly in my seat to see the interpreter staring at the roof of the Humvee with his one remaining eye, his head flopped to the side.

  Twisting hurt so bad I couldn’t catch my breath. Mason was screaming behind me, but I couldn’t see him.

  “Hold on!” I yelled as I shoved my phone back in my vest with my right hand and tried to move to get to him, but the pain was excruciating. At that point, all I could do was pray to my angel and whatever God she served.

  It seemed like hours had passed before I heard voices yelling and gunshots exploding around us as bullets pinged off the rocks.

  The terrifying thing was I had no idea who was shooting or if the rest of the convoy was safe. The gunshots stopped, and I heard more yelling and boots running in all directions.

  It was frustrating as fuck not being able to protect myself with my own damn weapon.

  I tried to see outside the Humvee, but something ran in my left eye, burning, and we were tipped to my side of the vehicle. All around us was dust, rock, and dirt.

  “SSG Alcott! SGT Johansson! SPC Thompkins! We’re coming in to get you!”

  It was getting harder to breathe, and I could barely keep my eyes open….

  “The last thing I remember was hearing Mason moan, and I prayed it meant he was alive and would make it. As I lost consciousness, I thought I was dying. I didn’t expect to see anyone ever again. Then I remember briefly regaining consciousness in Germany, but no real details. The next time I was lucid, I was in a hospital room in BAMC, the medical center down in San Antonio. I was wrapped up and wired to so many machines I thought I was in a sci-fi movie. Mason was in a wheelchair dozing next to my bed.” I sighed.

  “Both of his lower legs were in some kind of funky casts. He jolted awake and told me I’d suffered multiple fractures to my left arm and three of my left ribs, and my left leg had a rod at the thigh and pins, plates, and screws in the lower part. I found out what I’d thought was mud from the dirt or a busted canteen was actually our blood being splattered around inside the Humvee. They said if we hadn’t hit that rock, we would have all been killed instantly, but it set us off track just enough. He told me I had internal bleeding and for a while they didn’t think I was going to make it. There were many days and nights after that where I wished I hadn’t. If Mason hadn’t found me again after I got out….”

  I couldn’t speak anymore. The telling was nearly as draining as the events themselves. “Let’s just say, between Mason and the MC, they pulled me back. Mostly.”

  “Is that where this came from?” She tilted her head back to face me and ran a fingertip along the scar on my cheek. In a knee-jerk reaction, I reached up and grabbed her hand, halting its progress. It was a burning reminder for me, and her touching it made me angry inside.

  “Yes.”

  “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

  “No, don’t be sorry for me. There are other people who deserve your pity and empathy. I don’t deserve any of that.”

  The stars were beginning to come out, barely visible through the leaves of the trees above us. Lost in my head, I stared up at them. The night was quiet, and I could hear crickets and frogs in the shadows of the lakeshore awakening.

  Though I had no idea what time it was, I knew we should probably get going. “I think it’s time for me to take you back.”

  “Where do we go from here, Colton?”

  “I want to spend time with you and Remi. I want to get to know my daughter. I want us to see where the fuck this goes. Shit, I can’t lie. I want to keep you forever, but there are things you need to know about the life I live before you make a decision.” Kissing the top of her head, I hugged her tight before I reached over and grabbed her clothes to hand to her.

  “Do you want to follow me back to my house
after you drop me at my SUV? Remi should still be awake. She took a late nap today.” She looked nervous, and I noted her hands shook as she pulled her jeans up over her legs.

  It was then that I noticed the bruises on her upper arms.

  “Did I do that last night?” It made me sick to my stomach to think I might have hurt her in my insane, lustful frenzy.

  She looked at me briefly, apprehension flickering in her eyes, before she seemed to focus intently on buttoning her jeans and pulling on her boots.

  I squatted down next to her as she sat on the ground, tugging on her last boot. Gently, I tipped up her chin, forcing her to look at me. Hurting my angel was the last thing I ever wanted, and if I’d done that to her, I needed to know.

  “Steph?”

  “No, you absolutely did not, but I would rather not talk about it right this minute, okay? So, umm, do you want to go see your little girl?” Her eyes filled with anxiety, and she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.

  I’d get my answers about those bruises later. If she thought I was dropping it, she was nuts. No one treated my angel like that, not as long as there was a breath in my body.

  “I would absolutely love to.”

  The ride back to my car was as stressful as the ride out to the dock, but for different reasons. Remi was going to meet her daddy. Her daddy was finally going to be in her life. Would he think I’d done a good job with her? Would he have the deep love for her that I did, even though he’d missed the first couple years of her life? The questions ran nonstop through my mind.

  The feel of his warm body as I snuggled up to his back had me wishing we had more time before we went to the house. I stroked his abs as my hands slid slowly toward his pecs. Yum.

  His hand stopped mine from roaming, and I felt him chuckle.

  Shit. We were on the way to unite my baby with her daddy! Could my body not behave for one short ride?

  Ugh!

  He rolled to a stop next to my SUV, and I carefully slid off his bike and moved to hand his helmet to him. As I did, he grabbed my arm, pulling me closer and capturing my mouth in a deep kiss. The helmet hung loosely from my fingers as he slowly ended the kiss with a smile.