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

by Kristine Allen

  Dozing off, I kept thinking about Kayde with someone else. Though I tried to tell myself Kayde wasn’t the type to shit on me like that, I kept imagining him treating another woman the way he’d treated me, and my stomach roiled.

  “Tangled Up In You”—Staind

  SHOOTING TO A SITTING position, eyes wide, I tried to ascertain what had awakened me from what was one of the better nights of sleep that I’d had in a while. That’s when I heard what sounded like the mournful whine of something unearthly. What the fuck?

  Pulling on my sleeping pants without bothering to tie them, I grabbed my pistol and stepped out into the hallway. Moving with years of stealth, I stuck my head cautiously in each room I passed. When I reached the last room, Sera’s, I listened at the door. Definitely didn’t imagine it; the sound came from her room.

  Quietly opening the door, I saw her tangled in the sheets, moonlight bathing the bed. Suddenly, she thrashed, whimpering as she cried out. Talk about gutting a person. The terror and pain in those sounds was enough to turn a person’s stomach, knowing there had to have been something horrific they experienced to cause that. She’d gotten herself wrapped up like a mummy, and the tighter the sheets got, the more she seemed to panic.

  Rushing over to the bed, I set the pistol on the bedside table and worked to extract her. It was like trying to bathe a cat, she fought so much. Emitting soothing sounds, I worked as quickly as I could to get her free. As soon as her arms were loose, her hands clutched tight to my shoulders. Climbing on the bed, I leaned against the headboard. Sobs erupted from her in spasmodic bursts, and I lifted her to sit across my lap.

  Rocking her like I would a young child, I spoke soft nonsensical words in an effort to de-escalate her fear. This was something I understood well. The difficulty in pulling oneself from a night terror was real and could be monumental. The lines between reality and the horrid imaginings of the mind were blurred to the point where it was impossible to differentiate between the two. It was awful when it happened to me, worse to know she was suffering from this shit too.

  Remembering Hollywood saying something about the therapist Becca saw after her ordeal, I made a mental note to get the contact information from him. This wasn’t something that was going to go away on its own, and with her being a nurse, she wouldn’t be able to use the same coping mechanism I did.

  Goddammit, I really wanted to skin that bastard alive.

  As her sobs lessened to sporadic hiccups, I kissed the top of her hair. The scent of her sweet shampoo threaded through my senses and my self-control began to melt. This was the exact reason I had done my damnedest to stay away from her. My willpower where she was concerned sucked. She invaded me on a cellular level. She was straight heroin to my veins.

  “Shh, I’m here. It’s okay. I’m here. You good, baby? You scared the shit out of me, and it fucking eviscerates me to see you like this.” She had yet to say a word, just quietly recovering from the violent weeping. Slender hands smoothed across my chest and down my abs. Trying like hell to contain it, but failing miserably, a groan escaped me at her touch. The lower her hands moved, the harder it was to behave. When those fingers slipped under the edge of my pants, I grabbed her wrist in a vise-like grip.

  “Don’t, Sera. You don’t know what you’re doing. Understand my control is tenuous, and this would be wrong.”

  Her gasp of surprise before she raised wounded eyes to mine echoed in the moonlit room. She tried to jerk back and away from my hold, but I wasn’t having it.

  “Let me go! If you don’t want me, just… please let me go. I can’t handle this anymore. I don’t need you to coddle me, or protect me, so don’t feel like you have to be a martyr and babysit me for my brother’s sake. No one else knows I’m here, so I’ll be fine on my own. I know you can’t stand me anymore.” She struggled to pull free, but I held her in a loose but firm grip.

  “Stop it!” I whisper-yelled at her. “What the fuck are you talking about? Who told you that?”

  “No one had to tell me that. It’s evident in your every action. You can barely stand to be in the same room with me, let alone touch me. You don’t need to force yourself to hold me when I know you’d rather not. Please just leave me alone.” Silent tears ran rampant down her cheeks, and the heart I thought was nonexistent cracked.

  “No. Goddammit, Sera. I’m not sure where you got these ideas in your head, but I am still your friend. I don’t hate you.” The sobs returned. Holy shit. What the hell did I say, now? “Aw,” I groaned out, “don’t cry again, baby. Please. You’re killing me.”

  “You’re just my friend,” she drew out in a cry. Fuck, if I wasn’t out of my league. My experience dealing with this kind of shit was pretty minimal. When she cried as a kid it broke my heart, but she was easy to distract and then it was over. The grown woman in my arms, who was still making my motherfucking dick hard, was a totally different story. The only thing I could think to do was… well….

  With both hands cradling her face, I lifted her head… and I kissed her. On my grandmother’s grave, and that meant something right there, I only meant to press my lips to hers to get her attention, show her I cared, calm her down. That was it. My body had different ideas, because as soon as our lips touched, sparks of sensation and heat shot straight to my damn junk, causing it to become extremely uncomfortable with her sitting sideways like she was. When I tried to adjust myself to allow for some relief, all it succeeded in doing was grinding her ass into my traitorous cock. My dick and I had a real love/hate relationship.

  The deep moan that broke free as she deepened the kiss accompanied her pressing her perfect tits into my chest. With the only thing separating those dusky nipples from me being her shirt, I was going insane. It was so much damn stimulation, I was about to do something I hadn’t done since the first time I had sex, or tried to have sex—unfortunately I finished before I even got started. It was pretty damn embarrassing. So to prevent a repeat performance of that horribly fateful day, I slid down in the bed and pulled her close to me with one leg tucked between hers. Much as I had when I’d found her in the hospital, I rested my chin on top of her head. Sliding my rough-skinned hands up under the back of her sleep shirt, I reveled in the silken-smooth skin along her spine.

  I’d rolled her over to provide relief for my throbbing cock, but by doing so, it pressed my chest harder into hers because we were still intertwined. Oh fucking fuck.

  This was bad. So very, very bad, because it was like a snowball rolling downhill. Not only couldn’t I stop it, but it kept getting bigger and bigger as the seconds ticked by—no, not my cock, but actually yeah, that too. And how did my hand end up smoothing down her thigh to crook under her knee and hook her leg, opening her legs farther so I could settle my thick cock in the soft cushion of her swollen pussy?

  “Ohhhh, gawwwwwdddd,” I muttered into her neck, where my face was then nuzzled. It was impossible not to feel the heat of her pussy through both thin layers of fabric.

  Kill. Me. Now.

  Every fiber of my being wanted to be in her so deep she absorbed me. I’d worked so fucking hard to avoid that happening, but hell if I could think of a good damn reason at that moment.

  After she wrapped her leg around my thigh of her own accord, I let loose of it and my hand snaked up under her shirt, skimming her ribs, causing her to suck in a gasp of air. Then her firm, full tit was cupped in my hand. Rolling her nipple between my thumb and middle finger, I felt it peak and harden. Her heated core thrust up to grind into my cock, and I pressed into her at the same time.

  We were officially dry humping like fricking teenage kids. Her skin tasted so fucking good as I licked, sucked, and buried my teeth into the cords of her neck. Trying to keep my shit together, I thought about anything and everything I could to distract myself from what the lower part of my body wanted. Unfortunately, she had threaded her fingers through my hair and slipped the other hand into the waistband of my pants. She was like a damn octopus, using her hand and her toes to pull my sleepi
ng pants down. Problem was, I was so hard the waistband got hung up on the end of my dick.

  I know chicks write all this romance shit where “their lips locked and their clothes melted off and blah, blah, blah,” but things rarely went that smooth. Usually, it was a lot of grunting, stretching, twisting, and contorting to try to get clothes off. This was one of those times.

  Breaking free of her kiss-swollen lips, I unhooked my pants from my dick as she was whipping her shirt off and raising her hips to shimmy awkwardly out of her shorts. Before my very eyes was the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid eyes on in my life. The moonlight kissed her pale skin, and she appeared to shimmer in the soft light. In awe that she was here before me, my chest tightened and chills raced over my skin.

  Leaning down to capture her nipple between my lips, I suckled her deeply while I continued to roll the opposite peak in my fingers. Her back arched and her hands held my head pressed close to her. Licking and sucking down and around her entire breast, not an inch was left untouched by my ministrations. Inching down her side, following the curve of her rib cage, my tongue dipped into her belly button, causing her to suck in her abdomen. Playfully, I bit her side for pulling away from me.

  “Ohhhhh,” she sighed and whimpered as I continued down over the arch of her hip, into the sensitive area where her leg and belly met. And that’s where I paused. Hovering over her sweet center, nudging her hidden clit with my nose and breathing hot, rapid breaths over her plump lower lips. The scent was a God-given aphrodisiac, and it scrambled my brain momentarily. Nothing in the world matched it, but as I dipped my tongue into the dripping honey of her core, the uniquely erotic taste of her exploded across my tongue. The perfect blend of sweetness with the barest tinge of salty had me diving in like my life depended on it. Maybe it did.

  With each lick from top to bottom, she panted and whined. Circling her clit with my thumb had her pushing up into me, so I buried my face deeper into her, plunging my tongue deep in her wet sheath just like I wanted to stuff my cock in her, then sucking each lip in my mouth, ending with a nip. I couldn’t get enough of her.

  Lifting my eyes to see the expression on her face, our eyes locked and held as I worshipped her to my heart’s content. Heavy-lidded, her gaze was the most beautiful fucking thing ever. Breaking free to grab her clit, hood and all, in my teeth, I flicked the tip of my tongue across it until she began to writhe underneath me. Then I slid first my middle, then the ring finger into her dripping wet core. Instinctively, she clenched around them. The wet sounds of my fingers working their way in and out was driving me batshit crazy, but I wasn’t stopping until she came all across my tongue.

  I knew she was getting close when she gripped the top of my hair in her two fists and rubbed into my face in a steady motion. As I curled my fingers to catch just the perfect spot within her, she tensed, mewling and shaking from head to toe. Thick, warm cream coated my fingers and chin as she clamped down and her walls jerked in a pulsing rhythm around my digits. Pressing the flat of my tongue hard against her clit as I moved it side to side, I moaned, adding vibration to the mix as I continued to curl my fingers, milking every bit of her juices. Then I lapped them up.

  When she finally lay there boneless, I withdrew and licked her sweet honey from my fingers and hand. Her golden eyes rolled in her head at the sight until they were damn near crossed. My lips teased and kissed up her body again, circling each nipple because I couldn’t have one of those babies feeling left out, before licking up between the two beauties that were her tits, to her jawline, then snaking between her parted lips.

  “Taste how sweet you are. You drive me so fucking crazy, I swear I could live between your legs for the rest of my life. Does that taste like a man who is repulsed by you? Does that feel like just a friend?”

  She whimpered as I stroked her tongue with mine, coaxing her to share her sweet taste before she began to gently suck on my tongue.

  It made me want to shove my dick down her throat, but that would be a mistake, because that’s not how I wanted this to go and I was sure to shoot my load immediately at the mere touch of her lips wrapping around me. There was no way I wasn’t going to be inside her perfect pussy when my balls emptied into her. Pulling back, my breaths were as ragged as hers.

  “Sera, tell me what you want. This is all you. You have all the power here. Whatever you want is what you get tonight. You just tell me, and it’s yours. You want me to stop, I stop. You want me to eat that pussy all night, I’ll go to frigging town. You want my dick wrapped up snug in that tight, wet sheath, it’s there.” Eyes glistening, her nails scored my back as she gripped my taut muscles. I meant every damn word. I wanted her to understand that nothing further would happen unless she wanted it. It was the only way I could think of to help give her back the power and control that shit pile took from her. “Tell me.”

  “I need you, Kayde.” The whispered plea wasn’t what I wanted.

  “Not good enough, Tinkerbell. Tell me exactly what you need.” She needed to say the words. Instruct me and it would be hers. Hell, if I could give her the world, I would present it on a silver platter. She only had to tell me.

  “I need to feel you inside me.” Her words were husky with need. However, my smirk told her she was going to have to do better than that.

  “Uh-uh. Tell me exactly what you want.” Nibbling on her earlobe, I thrust against the slick wetness between her legs. I never said I wouldn’t encourage her. Tease her. Entice her.

  “Oh sweet baby Jesus, Kayde. Are you serious?” Her face flamed. It was the cutest damn thing ever. Nodding, I kissed her cheek, then the tip of her pert little nose.

  “This.” She wrapped one of those dainty hands around my cock, startling the shit out of me. My own damn eyes crossed. “I want this”—she squeezed for emphasis—“inside me.”

  Just to fuck with her, I reached down and slid a finger through her moisture to circle her puckered ass. “Inside you? Just inside you? So I could put it here?” The tip of my finger breached the tight ring of her ass and her eyes bugged out.

  “Kayde! Oh my God. Not there!” Her voice had jumped at least three octaves, and I had to chuckle. “You know damn well where I want you!” She tugged, lining me up with her smoldering opening. Giving her a few short, shallow thrusts, I teased her a little more.

  “Stop it! Give it all to me, dammit!” Sexual frustration laced each word with a growl.

  “That’s my girl.” In a single push, I filled her until my balls nestled against the puckered spot I had just played with. She was so damn tight and felt so freaking good, I had to sit still with my eyes screwed shut for a moment. Briefly, I wondered if she’d ever let me fuck her there. Oh shit. Not a good line of thought when I was trying to last.

  Pulling part way out as slow as I could, I blasted back in. Repeating that rhythm, I basked in the contented sounds she made with each plunge.

  Euphoria. Push.

  Nirvana. Push.

  Every-fucking-good-thing-in-the-world.

  This. This was where I belonged. In this girl. Wrapped in each other’s embrace. Souls intertwined. God, my brain turned to mush when all the blood flooded south, and stupid poetic shit rolled through it.

  Her hips raised to meet each stroke, grinding her clit against my pubic bone each time I bottomed out. Giving a slight twist to my hips with each of her grinds, I watched her eyes pop open wide in surprise before her body tensed. Muscle by muscle, she drew up tight as a bow string. Her fingers searched wildly for purchase. In the sheets, on my ass, curled over my shoulders. In the end, her arms grasped the headboard, and she curled her lip and let out an animalistic snarl, the cords of her neck standing out, calling to the primitive part of me that wanted to mark her as mine.

  As my pace grew erratic, a tingling began at the base of my spine. Pleasure blossomed as my cock swelled and my balls pulled up tight. The sound of our skin slapping in the quiet room was like a symphonic masterpiece. Thrusting hard, fast, and crazy into her, her pussy drew tight
around me, nearly strangling my dick as my head was thrown back. Sweat ran down my chest and back, and I roared with the most intense climax of my life. Three more slow strokes, with three more bursts of cum, and I held deep inside her, riding out the waves of ecstasy.

  Spiraling down from the heavens she’d rocketed me to, I collapsed over her, held up from crushing her only by my forearms and sheer will.

  “God, Kayde. That was….” She blew out a breath. “That was just… wow.” Tears filled her eyes, and I kissed the corners of each.

  “Baby, why are you crying?” I prayed I didn’t hurt her. It hadn’t been that long since everything happened, and I had lost my mind in her. I’d been rough with her when I should have been easy, slow, loving. “Was I too rough with you? I’m so sorry that I lost control.”

  “Happy tears. Promise. And that was perfect. Amazing.” She blinked, and I drew back to ascertain the truth of her words. As I raised an eyebrow at her in doubt, she smiled and her hand softly caressed my face. “Kayde. I love you. I’ve always loved you. I just couldn’t see what had been in front of my face since I was four years old.” A tear escaped her amber and bottle-green eyes. “You. Always you.”

  If I thought the sex had blown my mind, that just toppled me over. Breathing escaped me. All I could do was blink at her.

  “Kayde? Say something. Shit.” Expression falling flat, she tried to push me off her, but she was as effective as a mouse pushing an elephant. “Kayde!” Her hands smacked my chest, but I just smiled the biggest damn smile I think I’ve ever had.

  “Goddamn, it’s about time.” Pulling her on top of me as I rolled over, I stretched up to kiss her as I slipped out of her. Dammit, that was a lonely feeling. Our cum leaked all over me, and I didn’t give a shit. “Because I fucking love the ever-loving hell out of you, Serafina Elizabeth Hernandez.”