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

by Kristine Allen

  Okay, I fucking cheated and her mom helped me pick it out. I was no Martha Stewart, but the results were worth all the secrecy and trouble. I didn’t know what the hell damask was until her mom showed me.

  The master bath had a deep soaking tub, a separate double shower, and his-and-her sinks. Candles flickered around the bedroom and in the bathroom.

  No, I didn’t try to burn my fucking house down. Give me some credit. Her mom came over and lit them when I sent the text that we were almost home. I’d laughed when we passed her on the road and Stephanie didn’t even notice.

  “You did this for me?” She was stunned, and I grinned like the Cheshire cat. Fuck yeah, I did this, and everything in my life, for her.

  “Do you like it?” Redundant question. Her expression told me everything I needed to know.

  “Oh my God, Colton, this is amazing! I absolutely love it!” She slipped off her heels and ran like a little girl to check out the bathroom. I heard her squeal and knew she’d found the tub. She ran back out and threw her arms around me. “I love you. You’re amazing. This is amazing. I just love you.”

  “I have one more thing for you. Look in the top drawer of the bedside table.” Her curious expression had me trying not to laugh.

  My fucking stomach started to flip. Fuck, I hoped I’d done the right thing. She opened the drawer and pulled out the single folded sheet of paper. She looked up at me, and I saw her eyes shine with unshed tears.

  “Do you mean it? You want your name on Remi’s birth certificate?” Her breathless whisper was sexy as fuck.

  “She’s my daughter. Of course I do, but I want it to be a little more than that.”

  Suddenly nervous as all hell, I cleared my throat. Reaching in my pocket, I pulled out the little velvet box as I got down on one knee. Looking up at her, I took her hands in mine.

  Placing the box in her shaking hand, I opened it. She pulled her lips between her teeth, and tears streamed down her cheeks as she watched me.

  “Stephanie, baby, I fucking love you. You’re my world, you and Remi and now this new little precious gift.” I touched her still-flat belly reverently. “You’ve made me into one happy sonofabitch, but I want us to be a real family. I need you all to be mine forever. Please marry me?”

  I held my breath, waiting for her answer. Praying that she didn’t break my heart.

  Maybe it was too soon and she wouldn’t be ready for that step.

  With a choked sob, she dropped to her knees and kissed me, framing my face with her soft hands. “Yes. Yes, yes, yes. Oh, my God, yes! I love you so much!”

  COLTON LOVED ME AND asked me to marry him. I could honestly say I hadn’t seen that one coming.

  It was so much more than what I’d planned for our night, but I wasn’t going to let that be it. He was my man, and I was going to have him.

  Right then.

  In our gorgeous room, on our beautiful big bed that he’d bought for me.

  Standing up and wiping my tears away after he slid the huge diamond on my finger, I slipped my dress off. I wanted to be wearing nothing but his diamond. And, Lordy, I didn’t even want to guess how much the ring had cost. It was flipping gorgeous, and I loved it.

  “Stephanie, what are you doing? That’s not why I did this. I wasn’t trying to seduce you, baby. I’ll wait until you’re ready.” His voice was hoarse, and his expression looked almost pained.

  He was in for it, and he had no idea.

  “Well, that is why I did this. I had no idea this was what you had planned, but I planned to seduce my boyfriend tonight—correction, my fiancé.” I smiled deviously and wiggled my newly ringed finger at him. Raising my eyebrows, I stepped out of the dress, leaving me in only the garter belt and stockings.

  Though it was what I wanted, my heart hammered. It was a big step for me, but I refused to be a victim for the rest of my life. There was no way Michael was going to rule my life from the grave.

  He swallowed hard and tried to keep his hands from reaching out to me as I stalked toward him with specific intent. Still trying to be the martyr, he walked backward as I closed in on him until his legs were against the bed.

  Shaking inside, I pushed him back on the bed and crawled up on top of him to straddle his waist. He closed his eyes and groaned. Emboldened by his reaction, I rubbed my core along the ridge in his jeans. He could deny it all he wanted, but I knew he was turned on and wanted me as badly as I wanted him.

  “You’re. Fucking. Killing. Me.” He ground the words out between gritted teeth, and I smiled and leaned over him, brushing my breasts along the front of his shirt. Then I nipped his jaw and licked his neck before biting it.

  Deftly, my fingers unbuttoned his shirt as I licked and kissed along his chest after each one came loose. When it came to the last three, I pulled the shirt open, scattering buttons across the room. I heard them bounce and roll across the floor but didn’t give a rat’s ass where they landed.

  “Jesus, Stephanie. I’ve tried so hard not to rush you.” The flames ignited in his eyes, and he flipped me over to my back before I even saw it coming. “But if you want to play with fire, we can play.” His grin included those sexy fucking dimples, and I may’ve come a little in my barely there panties.

  Fucking hell.

  He wrapped his lips around one nipple and then the other before grabbing it in his teeth and flicking his tongue across the sensitive tip. Shock waves of pleasure rippled through my body. Our eyes were locked together, and I panted wildly as I watched him worship my body. He kissed every scar, bringing bittersweet tears to my eyes.

  “Don’t cry, baby. I plan on making you come so many times you won’t remember anything but me and my touch on your satiny skin and inside your wet, silky pussy. I’m going to fuck you so hard, any thoughts of anyone else will be washed from your mind. You. Are. Mine,” he growled, and I loved the alpha-male side that snuck out. He made me feel safe and adored, not owned.

  “You, sir, have a dirty mouth. But yes, Colton, I want you. Please. Now. I can’t wait much longer.” He had no idea how badly I needed him. Needed what we were about to do.

  “Oh yes you can. You’re going to come for me first, because I won’t last long the first time. There’s no way. And you love my dirty mouth and what it does to you.” To prove it, he licked and nibbled down my body until he reached the junction of my thighs.

  He nipped along the sensitive skin of my inner thighs before burying his face in my wet folds like a starving man, making me gasp. That magic tongue laved from my clit to my bottom, where he ran the tip lightly around that terribly forbidden area, sending surging vibrations of pleasure through my body.

  Gripping his hair in both hands, I moaned and sighed, holding him closer.

  “Yes, guide me to where you want me, baby. Fucking come on my face, and I’ll lick up every drop.”

  Oh shit. His filthy mouth should’ve been embarrassing, but it wasn’t. It was fucking hot as hell. The desire was building with every heated breath he exhaled and every stroke of his tongue over my clit. When he pulled it between his teeth, flicking it rapidly with his tongue as he slid two fingers deep into my core, my eyes literally rolled in my head.

  As his fingers worked their magic, my back arched in delight. Feeling the crescendo building in my body, I closed my eyes and screamed his name. White lights flashed behind my eyelids as the pulses of ecstasy exploded through my body, centered between my legs. Everything ended in the aftershock spasms that continued to clench on his fingers.

  Relentlessly, he thrashed his tongue through my explosion, drinking it like it was the nectar of the gods. He continued to milk more from my orgasm with his fingers, stroking my G-spot.

  Head spinning, I lay gasping and panting as he slid upward, his hands following in a light touch up my body. His lips captured mine in a deep, emotional kiss, and I tasted myself on him. He continued to caress my breasts and kiss my face, neck, and arms, making me feel revered and cherished.

  One hand tweaked my nipple slight
ly as the other found its way back down to circle my clit and slip his fingers back in the slick, lubricated moisture from my come. He then began a circling pressure on my clit, and I became frantic again. I was so overly sensitive after my orgasm, it was driving me crazy.

  My body clamored for release even as it fought the profound sexual onslaught of his fingers and hand. I thrashed and tried to squeeze my legs together instinctively, but he placed his knee between to keep them open, allowing him access to drive me wild.

  “No, baby, don’t shut me out. I want you to come again. I want you to keep your eyes open so I can watch you shatter in my hands. I want to see your beautiful face and the look in those blue eyes as you lose control.” He kissed me briefly as he continued to play my body like a violin. The music he created with me was heavenly.

  My next climactic explosion arose rapidly, engulfing me in wave after wave of pleasure. It had me replete with my bones feeling like they no longer had substance. The love visible in his eyes and the look of satisfaction on his face as he watched me come had my heart nearly bursting.

  I reached up to caress his cheek and pull him in for another kiss. The kiss ended with a deep sigh, and my hand fell back to the bed to rest on my splayed, tangled hair.

  “That was amazing,” I exhaled in a breathless whisper. “You are amazing. I love you.”

  “We’ve only just started. Are you ready for me? I need you, Stephanie. Now. Do you want me to use a condom? I’m clean. Because I didn’t want you to have to worry, I had myself tested even though I always used a condom. And I haven’t been with anyone but you since the birthday party.” His words were rushed and strained.

  He placed both legs between mine, his engorged shaft resting at my drenched opening. While he waited for my response, he rubbed the end of his cock through the slippery wetness and slowly pushed the tip in and out.

  “Yes, please. Oh God, please, Colton. And no, no condom. I need to feel you. They tested me too, and I obviously can’t get more pregnant than I already am.” I smiled and tried to laugh, but it came out as a sob.

  “I’m so sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to make you think of all that again.” He rested his forehead on mine as he held his weight off me with his bent arms. The remorse on his face had no place there. This was a time for happiness and enjoyment.

  I wanted him.

  I needed him.

  My response to his apology was to raise my hips. The movement pressed his cock a little deeper inside. Urging him to enter farther, I wrapped my legs around his and pulled him toward me. Biting softly into his flesh, my teeth grasped his shoulder and my nails dug into his firm ass. Moans escaped me as my walls grasped at his cock, desperate to have him gliding against them.

  “Please, I need you” were the only words I could get out. My heart began to race in anticipation, and our coupling became essential to my existence.

  He blew out the breath he was holding as he swiftly entered me, buried to the hilt. “Jesus fucking Christ, you are so goddamn tight. Don’t move, baby. Just don’t fucking move yet.” He dropped his head to my shoulder momentarily as he fought to catch his breath and gain control.

  Needing any contact I could get, I stroked his back slowly.

  His lips hovered over my skin. When his eyes met mine again, they were brimming with carnal desire.

  The first thrust sent my nerves zinging with waves of erotic desire, and I tightened my legs around him. His expression became one of determination as he began a timeless, natural rhythm of stroking in and out.

  Sweat slickened our bodies, and I bit and licked the salty sheen on his bicep. That set off a climactic chain of events. As he increased his speed, he groaned and triggered the escalation of the sensations centered deep within me.

  It was unbelievable how sensitive I was to this man. Dear God, the sex was incredible. He was incredible.

  When he placed his hands under my ass and lifted me so he could drive deeper, I came undone. My body exploded with sensation and flashes of ecstasy. My sheath clenched him tightly, and I lost focus for a moment.

  The intensity of my orgasm had him roaring as he threw back his head, followed by the pulsing surge of his cock as he filled me.

  Mine.

  Coming in her tight, hot, wet pussy was the closest I’d ever get to heaven. If it was possible, I’d branded her from the inside with my come. My control was completely and totally fucking gone in the moment I thundered in completion.

  The pulsing of my cock went on forever as her walls continued to clamp tighter around me, milking every last drop. Slowly, I glided in and out a few times, feeling our combined fluids run out each time I thrust in.

  Heaven knew I didn’t want to crush her, but I was fucking spent, so I turned over to my back, pulling her with me. Exhausted, she sprawled across my chest, her legs tangled with mine.

  As she lay cradled in one arm, I rested one hand on her ass and played with the silky strands of her hair with the other. Her delicate breath drifted across my chest as she held her ear to my racing heart. One of her slender hands traced over the tats on my chest and side. I’d have sworn I could lie like that forever.

  “Would you take me to get a tattoo when I’m able?”

  Her words shocked me, and I raised my head from the pillow to look her in the eye. She raised her head slightly to meet my gaze, and I noticed the pink tinge to her cheeks. Fucking gorgeous woman. Her smile was nervous as she said, “Will you?”

  “Fuck yeah, I will. But are you sure you want to do that? I’m not trying to treat you like a child, but you do know that shit is permanent, right? I don’t want you to do anything you may regret later.” The thought of her inked up was sexy as fuck. I’d love to see my name in a property tat too, but I didn’t know how she’d feel about that. I’d have to talk to her about it. I wanted to mark her so every motherfucker out there knew she was mine.

  Forever.

  Mine. I fucking loved the sound of that.

  “Yes, I’m sure. I want to cover my scars with something beautiful so I don’t see a reminder of what happened every time I look at myself. I want to build new, positive images in my mind and on my body. I also don’t want you to have to look at the scars and be repulsed.” She said the last bit in an almost inaudible tone.

  Chest aching for her, I hugged her body tight to mine. Kissing her head, I stroked her back from her shoulder to her ass cheek.

  “Baby, you could never repulse me. Don’t ever fucking say that shit again, yeah? You’re the most fucking beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Inside and out. For fuck’s sake, I can’t be within a hundred feet of you without busting out in a raging goddamn hard-on. But it’s more than that. You do something to me. You turn me inside out. I’ve never felt like this about any other woman. Ever. I love you, Stephanie. I love you exactly the way you are. I’ll help get the tats done for you, but you don’t need to do it for me.” I kissed her again, and she turned her head to kiss my chest right over my traitorous heart. That fucking organ was hers. It beat for her and my babies and only for them. I couldn’t live without her now. I knew it as sure as I fucking inhaled her scent.

  Tears dropped to my chest, and I reached up to make her look at me again. What the fuck? I hated her crying. She smiled through her tears and stretched up to meet my lips in a sweet, chaste kiss.

  “I love you so much, Colton. Thank you for being as crazy about me as I am about you. Thank you for being an awesome dad to Remi. Thank you for being happy about a baby we didn’t expect. Again. Thank you for saving me. You are an amazing man and my hero, Colton Alcott.” She grinned and kissed me again.

  “Woman, I am no fucking hero, I can tell you that. What I am is fucking insane for you, and I would do anything to make you happy and keep you safe. One thing I’m not compromising on is getting married AS-fucking-AP. I’m not waiting for you to be mine any longer than I absolutely have to. Fuck no. ASAP. I mean it. So get with your mom and your friends and get shit together. I’ll be happy with a trip to the courthous
e or a flight to Vegas, but I want it to be what you want. Just soon. You got it?” My expression was stern, but she just smiled and laughed at me before nipping my chest with her pretty white teeth.

  “Vegas actually sounds amazing to me. Will you be able to get time away from the MC for it?” she asked uncertainly.

  “Fuck, an excuse to party it up in Vegas? The guys will all want to be there. I’ll just talk to Snow to see when’s the soonest we can arrange it.”

  I laughed and squeezed her tight again before swatting her ass playfully. Hell yeah, the woman was going to officially be my wife soon. I was one happy, lucky motherfucker.

  At one time, I couldn’t even see myself living. Now I had a gorgeous ray of sunshine, a beautiful little princess, and another precious gift on the way. And they fucking completed me. My angel had saved me more times than I could count, and now she’d be mine forever.

  Life was sometimes complicated, and sometimes it seemed like I’d never make it through. But life was also beautiful, and perhaps we had to go through some shit to be able to appreciate how amazing it really was.

  This little family of mine? They were my salvation.

  THE WEDDING CEREMONY WAS held in Vegas on a bright, sunny day in early October.

  We were married by a preacher who looked like Elvis. I’d joked about it, but Stephanie jumped on it.

  It might not have been traditional, but then nothing about us was. I wore black jeans, a white button-up shirt, and my cut while my beautiful bride was radiant in a strapless, antique white, lace-covered gown. It drove me crazy, all fitted to under her breasts and then softly flowing to what she called a handkerchief hem that hit midcalf.

  We’d both said we wanted to remember the day with laughter and smiles, and that was our reason for choosing the little chapel with “Elvis” presiding over the ceremony.

  Our flower girl had my laughing blue eyes, dimples that knocked you off your feet, and ebony ringlets that bounced with each step up the aisle. Just as pretty as her momma.