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

by Kristine Allen

  Dammit, I was going to have to set that bitch straight so she finally got it, or she could pack her shit and hit the fucking road. I wasn’t going to put up with her bullshit anymore. She was always trying to cause trouble. I didn’t bother introducing the two of them, because Gretchen wasn’t even close to being in the same class as Stephanie.

  “Who the hell was that?” Stephanie demanded as she dug in her heels and crossed her arms over her chest when we reached Hacker’s door. She glared at me and tapped her foot. Fuck, I didn’t want to deal with this shit now. Gretchen wasn’t important, and I didn’t want to waste a second explaining exactly how unimportant she was.

  “Are you sleeping with her? Please tell me you didn’t bring me here where you keep your floozies. I know what we have is tenuous at this point, but I’d really hope you wouldn’t be fucking someone else. Please tell me I’m wrong, Reaper.” She looked to be getting redder in the face with each passing second.

  “No! Hell no! I haven’t touched a single fucking soul besides you since the night of Mama’s birthday bash. Please give me some credit. Jesus. You know I wasn’t celibate before we found each other again, but there hasn’t been anyone but you since then, for fuck’s sake. That bitch doesn’t seem to know her place lately, but I’m going to make sure it’s crystal clear for her. That I can promise you. I don’t want anyone but you.” I cupped the side of her face and brushed my thumb along her bottom lip. I needed her to understand that she was it for me. She would be it for me forever.

  She looked slightly mollified as I knocked on Hacker’s door. He answered and enveloped her in a big bear hug. The possessive fucker in me experienced a moment’s jealousy. Good thing the rational side knew they were only friends and Hacker’s feelings for her were strictly brotherly.

  He explained the tracking program to her and the safety features he’d embedded in it as I sat in the recliner. It was a bit of a relief when she took it all in stride. It was the next best thing to me being able to protect her.

  “Sam and Sean are coming down next Thursday night to help me load everything up, so we’ll head back no later than Sunday morning. I’ll be down there alone for less than two weeks. Not to mention I have Pam and her husband down the hall and my friends at work. I’ll do my best not to be alone outside my apartment, okay? And if I have to, I’ll keep my phone in my damn bra so it’s always on me. Does that make you feel better, Reaper?” Something in my expression must have told her that it didn’t, because she added, “Trust me, babe, I want to come back to you and Remi just as bad as you want me safe.”

  Though I knew she was hoping to reassure me, until she was back here permanently where I could protect her, it wasn’t working. She sat in my lap and feathered her fingers through my hair.

  Unfortunately, I couldn’t discuss club business with her, but if everything went well, I’d be in Des Moines soon. The club could even escort her back if she was ready to leave by Saturday night. I made a mental note to discuss it with her brother to ensure that was possible. I didn’t mention it to her, mostly because I wasn’t sure what the threshold of her tolerance was in regards to my interference in her personal life. Our relationship was new and still fragile.

  “Yeah, okay. But I’d still feel better if I was with you.” I held her close, feeling the silky strands of her curls tickling my nose. She smelled like sunshine and flowers, but felt even better held close to me.

  I only wanted her safe. She was the mother of my child and I cared deeply for her.

  When it came to her safety? I wasn’t fucking taking chances.

  If I was honest, I had to admit having knowledge of a tracking device on my phone was different than one being applied to it without me knowing. There was a level of relief after Erik—I still had a really hard time calling him Hacker—showed me the safety features he’d created for me.

  Still, I was certain there’d be no issues with Michael. I also knew I could count on my friends, and Pam, to be my safety net while I was there. Speaking of Pam, I’d really miss her, and I knew she’d miss Remi. She’d understand after I explained everything to her.

  After we left Hacker’s room and his multitude of computer screens and laptops, Reaper leaned against a door, two up from Hacker’s, and pulled me close to him. He reached behind his back, opening the door and backing into the room with me.

  As soon as the door was closed, he pressed me against it. Holding my hands over my head, he placed his lips against mine in a wild and desperate kiss. Our tongues battled for dominance as our teeth nipped each other’s lips and our tongues followed to soothe the bruised flesh.

  He broke away to trail kisses and bites down the side of my neck. Sensually, he pulled my tank top strap over my shoulder with his teeth, then ran his tongue along the top of my bra. Each pass had him pushing under the edge, reaching for more and more of my breast.

  It wasn’t long before I was panting like a wild animal. Though I tried to move my hands down to touch him, he held them tighter, whispering, “No.” His breath tickled the tops of my breasts.

  In an animalistic attempt to gain freedom and get him closer to me, I moaned and writhed against his erection. I wanted him with a frantic desperation, needing him deep inside me.

  He let go of my hands to grab my ass, lifting me so I could wrap my legs around his waist. The movement pressed my wet core against his cock. The friction of the double layer of seams between us bordered on painful pleasure as it pressed against my clit with each thrust.

  Despite a desperate attempt to hold back my release, Colton seemed to sense it and gripped my ass tightly. Relentless, he ground into my mound until I was sure my wetness had seeped through and he knew how incredibly turned on I was.

  “Don’t hold back on me,” he whispered against my lips. “Give it to me. Come for me.” He kissed me deeply, swallowing my moans and screams as I did exactly that.

  Every orgasm with him left me feeling shattered, my body speaking to his without words. As my nerves reconstructed after the initial explosion, I drifted back to consciousness, centered in the pulsing between my legs.

  Full of need despite my release, I gasped against his lips, “I need you, Reaper. Now. Please.” I was agitated and deprived. More than anything, I wanted him to lay me on the bed and fuck me like crazy. “Please don’t make me wait.”

  He fisted his hands in my hair, tipping my head back. “Colton. Call me Colton when we’re alone. Let me pretend for these few stolen moments that I’m the man you knew before. Now, tell me what you want.” Intent, he stared me down.

  The need to make him understand my feelings had me grasping the sides of his face. Gently, I caressed his skin. My fingers rasped through the short hairs of his beard. Intrigued, I used my thumb to gently trace the scar that ran from near his eye, through his beard, to his jaw. When he cringed as I did so, I reached up and kissed it.

  “Colton, I want you to take me. Now. I want to take off your clothes and touch you. I want to worship you and have you worship me. Please. I need this.”

  A groan escaped him as he squeezed his eyes tightly shut, held me close to him, and turned toward the bed. He laid me down, climbing over me and straddling me as he slipped off his cut, then grabbed the back of his shirt, jerking it over his head.

  I couldn’t stop my hands from grazing his abs as he revealed them. Mesmerizing his contours, I traced over his tats and realized there were scars buried carefully within the intricate designs. As he sat still, barely breathing, I lightly ran my fingertips along them.

  Becoming bold, I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, freeing the end of his cock. Pressing forward, I pushed down on the waistband to fully release him.

  The man was beautiful. A dark angel looking down on me. So beautiful he made my heart hurt, yet I could see in his eyes that he saw himself as unworthy. It dumbfounded me. Not only was he a work of art to gaze upon, but he cared deeply and had a good heart. Evidenced by his insistence to keep me safe.

  “I can’t believe someone like y
ou is interested in me this way,” I murmured. Before he could respond, I curled my hands on the back of his thighs.

  Leaning forward, I allowed my tongue to travel from the base along the silky skin of his shaft. When I reached the top of his cock, I captured the clear bead of moisture that was gathering at the tip and suckled it off.

  He inhaled a hissing breath through clenched teeth. Due to the angle, I couldn’t take him in as deep as I wanted, and frustration built.

  A whimper of protest escaped me when he pulled back and stood to remove his jeans. Within seconds he stood gloriously naked, then quickly unfastened my shorts and pulled them off. He jerked my tank top over my head and unclasped my bra, pulling it off my arms and tossing it to the side. Kneeling, he ran his large, calloused hands up the outside of my legs, curving over the tops and along the tender, sensitive skin at my inner thighs.

  Every smooth stroke drove me higher and higher. Body strung tight, I grasped at the blanket, kneading it into a rumpled mess.

  Warm breath skated over my skin. Without warning, he bit down on my clit and then my lips through my panties. Briefly, he sucked on the damp center before pulling them off and dropping them to the floor. The vibrations that shot through me had my back arching when he returned to circle my clit with the tip of his tongue. As if that wasn’t driving me over the edge enough, he flattened it, firmly circling again before dipping down into my liquid heat.

  My chest fluttered so hard I thought it would burst from the incredibly erotic sensations he triggered. His tongue glided in, out, and around, never stopping, even as the pressure of another orgasm began to crescendo.

  Bold, blinding light flashed as my body tensed and quivered. The powerful climax pulsed and burst through me, causing me to scream and thrash as he held me in place. Relentless, he tortured my overly sensitive body with nearly unbearable pleasure.

  Lost in bliss, I grasped the longer hair at the top of his head, pulling without thought.

  Panting gasps escaped me as my breasts heaved with each ragged breath I took.

  Finally, I was capable of opening my eyes to see him rolling a condom over his thick shaft. As he crawled up the length of my body, his encased erection teased me from my ankle up my leg before it rested, still and heavy, between my thighs.

  Impatient, I reached down to guide him inside me, but he grabbed my hands and held them to the side of my head. Our fingers entwined, he rested the majority of his weight on his elbows. The broad tip of his cock probed my wet folds, teasing me until I was squirming and pulling at him with my legs.

  My heels dug into his tight ass, trying to bring him home. Still he resisted, smiling a shit-eating grin at me because he knew the agony he was causing. My body was strung taut, and I wanted him sheathed within me so bad I growled in frustration.

  He left me rabid and animalistic. Completely out of control, I thrust up against him.

  “Tell me exactly what you want. Tell me what you want me to do to you and how you want me to do it. Let me hear the words or I won’t go any further.”

  “I’m going to strangle you after this is over. I swear I am.”

  “Tell me.” He chuckled as he continued to tease me. He was making me crazy. Certifiably insane. Like a raving addict fiending for my next fix. Was it possible to have an addiction to someone’s cock and the sex that accompanied it? Because if so, I was hooked, and I wasn’t interested in rehab.

  “I want you. Now. I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me. Hard. Deep. Bury yourself deep in my pussy over and over until you fill me with your come. Make me feel you inside me for the next two weeks.” Two could play at this game.

  A smirk curled my lips. How do you like those bad apples, Mr. Sex-on-a-stick?

  Evidently, he wasn’t quite expecting that response. His eyes flashed wide before he closed them tight and plunged so deep and fast into me that his balls hit my ass. He reached down, grasping my legs and raising them over his shoulders to provide a better angle, and lurched into me in a mad but steady rhythm.

  The wetness and the sound of skin against skin rang out with every stroke. Who would’ve thought that could be the strongest aphrodisiac?

  In sensory overload, another orgasm began building. Deep in my heart, I knew it would be more intense than ever before.

  When it hit, it was like blinding light and pure silence. Everything disappeared as I clenched and tightened around him. Every muscle in my body responded to the overwhelming pleasure he’d unleashed upon my soul. It hit me like a crashing wave, knocking me senseless.

  As sight and sound slowly returned, I was reduced to a satiated puddle. His pace quickened and his strokes shortened as his breathing became more ragged and labored.

  By then, his hair and skin were soaked in sweat, and knowing how he had reached that state gave me a sense of elated power. Knowing I could cause his loss of control like that allowed me the boldness to free my hands from his to grab his hips. As I tightened my calves around his neck and shoulders, my inner muscles clenched around his cock in anticipation.

  Without warning, another orgasm blindsided me. Through my haze, I watched as he lost the battle with the last shred of his restraint and threw back his head. One last thrust and a primitive roar escaped him as he throbbed in time with my lingering pleasure.

  “Fuck. Fuck. Shit. Fuck.” He collapsed on me in a sweating, heaving heap. Lazily, he kissed my breasts, my neck, my shoulder, anywhere he could reach before falling to the side and pulling me with him.

  Thick, strong arms held me tight. With his chin resting on the top of my head, my ear lay over his racing heart, our legs a tangled web of limbs.

  “Jesus Christ, Stephanie. That was incredible, and I can honestly say I’ve never felt anything like it in my fucking life. I don’t know what you do to me, or what magic your body possesses, but I’ll take it every chance I can. Fucking hell.” He was out of breath, and I was deeply satisfied and blissful, like nothing in the world could harm me or ruin that feeling.

  Heavy with exhaustion, we dozed off.

  I woke to his startled jerk. Lifting up, he scanned the room with wild eyes before they settled on me. Slowly, they cleared so he could focus on me. I stroked his chest and kissed his shoulder.

  When my lips slid across the bunched muscle, he nudged my face up. Reverently, he kissed me on my swollen and bruised lips.

  I rested my forehead against his as we clung to each other, but I knew I couldn’t postpone leaving any longer. As it was, it would be late by the time I arrived at my apartment. Except I wouldn’t have traded a minute of this time together, and you wouldn’t hear a peep of a complaint out of me.

  “I don’t want to go, but I need to get on the road,” I finally whispered.

  His response was to hold me tighter, and I knew he didn’t want to let me go either. He must’ve finally obtained the resolution he needed to release me, as his arms loosened and he lay on his back, staring at the ceiling.

  “Do you care if I use your shower?” I asked, spying a bathroom ahead of me. He waved a hand as if saying “be my guest” but didn’t meet my eyes.

  Heart breaking, I sat up and gathered my clothes. Even though I knew he was trying to hold it together as hard as I was, it hurt to think of leaving him so soon after finding him again.

  Knowing he needed his moment too, I closed the bathroom door and flipped on the hot water.

  LETTING HER GO AGAIN nearly fucking killed me.

  I wished I’d told her the depth of my feelings before she’d left. Instead, I’d held her and kissed her, keeping my words sealed inside like the damn coward I was.

  Not that I hadn’t told her I loved her before, but I hadn’t asked her to stay or told her I needed her to stay. Because I’d known, if I opened my mouth, I would’ve surrendered the last scrap of my man-card. I’d have begged her on my knees not to leave me, and the tears that burned the backs of my eyes would’ve escaped.

  I’d have been branded a weak, fucking sappy-ass fool.

  Then
again, maybe that wouldn’t have been so bad.

  Dammit, I should’ve put my foot down and had someone else pack her stuff and bring it up.

  Instead, I’d stood there and watched her drive off in silence.

  I needed to get a fucking grip. I’d promised her I would go see my baby girl. She was sure it would be difficult for Remi without her momma, and she made me promise to go over to her and take her with me to spend time together.

  Honestly, I’d do anything for my girls.

  That thought had me smiling despite the ache of loneliness I experienced knowing she was traveling farther and farther from me with each passing second. Using deep breathing, I fought off the panic attack trying to sneak into the edges of my consciousness.

  With another deep breath, I focused on the image burned in my brain of her expression as she reached her last orgasm. Seeing that look, and doing everything to accomplish it, became my goal and grounding rod.

  Like a mantra, I told myself repeatedly that I wasn’t alone anymore. She’d be back, I had my brothers… and I had my daughter. Slowly, the waves of panic receded like the tide going out.

  Hollywood walked up behind me, causing me to jump slightly before I hid it behind rubbing my hands over my face and through my hair.

  “Hey, man, you okay?” he asked me in a low tone.

  “Yeah, bro, I’m good. I’m just really worried about her, and it’s just giving me a really bad feeling. It’s probably nothing, but I can’t shake it.” I shook my head and stuffed my hands in my pockets.

  “Your instincts are pretty finely tuned, bro, but I think it’s probably just the thought of her being so far away and that dickhole being out there. Things will be fine, and these next couple of weeks will go by faster than you think. Hacker hooked up her phone, right?” I nodded. “All right, then, don’t worry, man. She knows what to do if anything goes to shit. Oh, and by the way, I didn’t know you could put on such a show.” He gave a wicked grin and laughed as he took off running before I could catch him and beat his smart ass.