Forever Midnight MC Collection: Books 1-3

by Victoria Gale

  Caleb stood by the vehicle, staring at me for a while, and my old worries surfaced. He’d changed his mind; he didn’t want me or Charlie. Who could blame him with all the trouble I’d caused?

  I swallowed down the lump forming in my throat. “What’s wrong?” I asked, deciding it best to broach the subject.

  “Nothing. You’re just so fucking perfect, and with the hall light glowing behind you, you look like an angel. I just wanted to look at you for a while.”

  “You did?”

  “I do.”

  “Well, you know, I’m not going anywhere, so you’re gonna have to look at me forever.”

  “Sounds like heaven,” he said as he walked to the doorway to meet me.

  Fire exploded in my veins as Caleb pulled me close and sealed my lips in a kiss hot enough to start a forest fire. He growled and gathered his arms around me, lifted me, and carried me up the stairs. He kicked open the door and my fingers instantly went to my mouth to shush him.

  “We can’t wake Charlie,” I said, and Caleb caught the door at the last moment, stopping it from banging.

  Being more careful, he closed it tight, and then whirled me around and pressed my back firmly against the wall. I moaned as he trailed his lips along my neck and gently sucked on my ear. His fingers tangled in my hair. I lost myself in the sensation and the whirlwind of emotions that flared within me.

  I bit his bottom lip and he growled again.

  I lifted my T-shirt over my head and removed my bra as Caleb tugged my jeans and panties from my lower body.

  My heart thundered. I needed Caleb. I’d always needed Caleb. I’d just been too stupid, too afraid, and too broken to realize it.

  He stripped from his clothes and flipped me around. His hand snaked around my waist and drew my back tight against him. My whole fucking body responded to his touch. Heat pooled in my core, as I felt the bulge of his cock straining against my bottom.

  With one arm wrapped around my stomach, the other entwined in my hair and pulled my head back. Caleb held me in place and nuzzled the side of my neck, while his other hand traveled over my body and up to my breast. My nipples hardened as Caleb teased one between his fingers, tweaking and pinching until I couldn’t take any more.

  I leaned into him, rested my head on his shoulder, and twisted it so my lips could reach his own.

  “I want you inside,” I whispered, brushing my lips gently against his.

  A low growl came from his throat, wild and untamed like the man I loved. Caleb released his grip on my hair and trailed his fingers down my side, making me shudder.

  He found my clit and pinched the bud. I gasped and he plunged his fingers into my tight, wet core again and again. I moaned in pleasure and Caleb withdrew his fingers and rubbed them against my lips. Another growl built in his chest, as I grasped them and pulled them into my mouth, sucking on my own juices.

  He flipped me around and the gaze in his eyes turned my body to molten fire. My heart pounded and all the air rushed out of my lungs.

  “You are so fucking amazing. I love it when you taste yourself for me.”

  I leaned close so he could feel my breath on his ear when I replied. “I know,” I said.

  He growled and a shudder racked my body. I needed him inside me. Now!

  Caleb lifted me against the wall and teased at my entrance with his cock. I whimpered in anticipation and wrapped my legs around his body, willing him inside. He nudged in so fucking slowly, I thought I’d scream.

  Caleb grinned. “Do you want me?” he asked.

  “Fucking, yes.”

  “Tell me.”

  “I want you. Now fuck me, already.”

  Caleb flashed me that grin again but pushed in a little further. His massive girth stretched me, until, with one deep thrust, he entered all the way inside. I threw my head back and moaned.

  “More,” I demanded, and with each thrust, Caleb gave me what I wanted.

  He captured my mouth with his and thrust his tongue inside as he thrust his cock deep into my core. His gaze locked with mine and I saw the mischievous twinkle in his eye as he plunged into me over and over with every inch of his cock, slamming my bottom and back against the door as he fucked me.

  I gasped for breath. His hips jerked. He growled again and pulled back, stilling his motion. He trailed sensual kisses down my neck as he walked me towards the bed. Lifting me high and off his cock, he pushed me down onto the mattress.

  My heart thundered and a wave of excitement caused my stomach to flutter as Caleb stood watching me, studying me like I was the Dyna Wide Glide motorcycle his Dad bought him for his eighteenth birthday all the way back in 2010.

  But I studied him too. His perfect tattooed and muscular body, his cock standing to attention. Both hard and taut and ready to pound into me.

  A devilish smile played on his face. I trembled. He nudged his head between my thighs and flicked his thumb across the top of my clit as his fingers delved inside my wet and ready core. I groaned, and he replaced his thumb with his tongue, licking and sucking on my clit as he pumped his fingers in and out. His stubble from not shaving in the last few days bristled on my skin and sent shivers through my body.

  He removed his fingers. I arched my back off the bed, as he speared me with his tongue. His hand pushed my stomach down, holding me in place as he probed me relentlessly.

  His strong hand smoothed up my body, over my hips and stomach, groping as it reached my breast. He swirled his fingertips across my nipple, before pinching it between his fingers and making my entire body quiver.

  “I need you,” I said, my voice barely audible above my panting breath.

  Caleb moved his head from between my legs and sucked on my nipple like a man starved. He pinched one nipple between his fingers and nipped at the other, rolling his tongue around the taut bud. I couldn’t breathe with the heat and intensity flooding through my body.

  I grabbed his head and pushed him closer to my chest. Fuck, I wanted him. All day, all night, I couldn’t get enough. We had four long years to make up for. Four dry years where neither of us had been with another person. I was going to take as much as I could for as fucking long as I could.

  His rigid cock rubbed against my stomach, big and hard, making me gasp with need. I thought I might die if he didn’t push inside me again, this second. As if reading my thoughts, he parted my thighs further and guided the head of his cock to my opening, slipping the tip inside and pulling it out again.

  “Caleb,” I murmured, “fuck me, now, please.”

  Caleb smiled and thrust forward. I arched my back and allowed him to fill me with the length of his shaft. I gasped as he pushed further in, and I wanted him to fill me completely.

  His rock-hard chest quivered as I ran my fingers over it, tracing the lines of his tattoos. The pounding of his heart matched the beat of my own. He pinched my nipples as he thrust into me. Erotic pain pulled me closer and closer to climax. My body trembled beneath him, as he pulled my hips forward to meet his own and drove in harder and deeper.

  “More.” Sweat slicked my body and pleasure pulsed through me, building with each wave.

  We moved in perfect unison. Intense sparks of energy enflamed my body and sent me careening over the edge. I pulled a pillow over my head to stifle a scream as the rush of my orgasm hit with an explosive force.

  Unrelenting, Caleb withdrew his cock and sucked at my clit, trailing his tongue through my wet core.

  “Oh, God,” I moaned, not sure how much more I could take.

  Caleb smiled and lifted his head for a second. I peeked at him from beneath my pillow.

  “Shh,” he said before pulling it away and throwing it across the room and sucking me in again.

  It was too much, my clit throbbed, and wave after wave of pleasure pounded me, as a second orgasm tumbled me into oblivion.

  I could taste my arousal on his lips when he returned to kiss me. “I fucking love the look on your face when you come,” he said.

  “Then
I think you’d better make sure to see it frequently.” I said between gasping pants while I tried to recover my energy.

  When I was finally sure my knees would hold me, I flipped Caleb onto his back and moved to lick the head of his cock. His fingers twisted in my hair, grasping tight. I trailed my tongue around his bulging edges and lapped at the pre-cum seeping from his head.

  Caleb took in a sharp breath as I drew him deep into my mouth. I trailed my tongue around his smooth skin while sliding up and down his shaft with my lips. He gripped the blankets with both hands, his knuckles whitening from the pressure as he thrust forward, pushing deeper into my mouth. I eased back, teasing him.

  “Amber.” His voice came breathy with need. He tightened his grip on my hair and pushed me down. I smiled, drew him inside again, and watched his perfect face, even with the bruises that were some way from healing.

  His eyes rolled back into his head. “Fuck, Amber. You’re going to kill me,” he growled, then flipped me onto my back. “Spread your legs and touch yourself,” he demanded.

  I chuckled and embraced the fluttery sensation in my stomach that came with Caleb’s eyes watching my every move. I trailed my hand over my mound and found my clit. I circled it a few times, pinching it and rolling it between my fingers before parting my folds and pushing inside. Caleb growled and his hand moved to his cock. His eyes filled with lust as he watched me play with myself.

  My fingers moved slowly, teasing and stroking, delving in and out of my core. Caleb moved closer, kneeling between my legs. His fingers joined mine, teasing at my wet opening, as his other hand moved up and down his cock, pumping as he watched me.

  My core clenched around his fingers, desperately wanting more. He grabbed my legs and pulled me forward, lifting one onto his shoulder and aiming his cock at my entrance.

  “I missed you,” he said as he drove himself home. His thrusts got faster and faster as he fucked me senseless.

  The scent of my arousal filled the room. Caleb speared me over and over. He’d always been a great fuck, but now, there was something more. It was if we were joined anew. I’d been stupid to leave him, stupid to run away, but I sure would enjoy making up for lost time. I couldn’t imagine my life without Caleb in it, and I knew he felt the same about me.

  He pulled me onto his lap, thrust his hips upwards. And wrenched my head back before nuzzling my neck with his lips. Pleasure washed over me, and I couldn’t contain the cry that escaped my lips.

  “Fuck, Amber. I fucking missed you,” Caleb said. “Come for me, again.”

  Caleb’s expanding cock pulsated inside me. It quivered, and my core clenched, milking it for every last seed. Releasing together, we plunged into an all-consuming orgasm that caused me to scream, while Caleb muffled the sound with his hand, threw his head back, and grunted.

  I wanted to cry with joy when he tumbled to the bed and lay beside me, his body and mine completely spent. I rolled onto my side and propped my head up on my arm.

  “I missed you too,” I said, and Caleb let out a full-blown bellow of laughter.

  “We have a lot of time to make up for.” He kissed me deeply. “A very long time.”

  I rolled on top of him and propped my head on my arms. “I was thinking exactly the same thing,” I said, before nipping his bottom lip with my teeth.

  Epilogue

  (Two Days Later)

  Amber

  “You look good in a suit,” I said and stood back to admire my man. “But you do not look comfortable.”

  “That’s cuz I’m fucking not,” he answered, and I knew the only reason I’d managed to get him into a suit in the first place was by saying Sophia had requested it. I knew he felt like we owed her for what Leo had put her and her family through, and he was right. The least we could do was look the part for her wedding day.

  I sighed and looked around the room. The wedding had been perfect, and over in a flash. Sophia was dancing in her stunning lace fishtail gown. Ben was with her, looking for all the world like he was afraid of his two left feet.

  I’d told Caleb that he’d be less conspicuous in a suit than he would in his leathers, but with the bruises displayed in full glory on his face, I don’t think that was ever a possibility. Besides, the Landon brothers would stand out in a crowd no matter what they were wearing.

  I smiled as he fidgeted. The man could walk unfazed into a gunfight but squirmed when forced to play dress-up. I smiled. He’d better get used to it, dress-up was one of Charlie’s favorite games.

  I watched her talking to Thea by the bar. Thea had been dragged there by a Cane, who looked every bit as uncomfortable in his suit as Caleb did.

  “Thank you for doing this,” I said.

  Caleb pulled me in for a side hug and smiled. So far, he’d resisted the temptation of surviving his ordeal by imbuing copious amounts of alcohol, but I wasn’t sure how long that would last, especially now that Cane had caved.

  I was about to suggest he have a drink if it would help him relax when he asked if I wanted to get some air for a few minutes on the balcony.

  “Sure,” I said and waved to Thea before signaling that Caleb and I were going outside. She was more than happy to keep Charlie with her.

  The fresh air cleared my head and wiped the tiredness from my eyes. It had been a crazy few days, but I was happy to say things were settling down. We had a room in the hotel for the night but planned to drive to Denver in the morning and pick up mine and Charlie’s things.

  Caleb walked over to the balcony and looked out over the surrounding mountains. After the tumultuous weather that seemed to reflect events in my life, the sky had cleared, and bright sunshine had broken up the clouds for Sophia’s big day.

  Despite the earlier warmth, nighttime had seen the temperature drop, and when I stood next to Caleb, I shivered. He offered me his jacket and I accepted.

  I raised my eyes to the sky. There were very few stars shining down on us, but a bright full moon bathed the landscape in a silvery sheen.

  “It’s good to be home,” I said and put my hands in Caleb’s jacket pockets. My right fingers instantly hit a small square-shaped box, and I pulled it out, holding it in my hands and gaping at it.

  Caleb turned his head and looked at me before doing a double-take and snatching it from my grasp. “You weren’t meant to see that yet,” he said.

  “What-what is it?”

  A mischievous grin split his face and he pulled me in for a tight hug. “It’s a box.”

  I play-slapped him on the arm. “And what exactly is in the box?” I asked.

  “Something.”

  I swallowed, reached for the collar on his shirt, and pulled him down close to my lips. “What exactly would it take for you to tell me?” I asked and nipped his bottom lip.

  “Fuck, woman! Is sex all you want me for?”

  I tilted my head and pretended to think for a while. “No, it’s not all I want you for. But it’s definitely a bonus.”

  His lips met mine and his tongue pushed inside. I moaned at the taste of him, and he clasped onto my bottom pulling me tight against his erection. My core pulsed as I imagined him thrusting inside me, teasing me with his cock the way he teased my mouth with his tongue.

  I pulled back and wrapped my arms around his head. “You don’t think I’m going to forget about the box that easily, do you?”

  “No, but you’re going to have to wait until after midnight before you see what’s in it.”

  “And why’s that exactly?”

  Caleb moved his mouth close to my ear. “Because it’s bad form to propose at someone else’s wedding.”

  My breath hitched and my heart thundered. When I’d felt the box, of course, I’d wondered, but I hadn’t really thought it was true. “When... when did you have time to get a ring?” I asked.

  Caleb gave me a wry smile. “Four years ago. Just before Dad died. He helped me pick it out.”

  Another wave of regret washed over me. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I ruined everything f
or all of us.”

  “No, you didn’t.” He looked down on me with a loving gaze. “I was thinking about this a lot last night. About all the regrets I had and how I wished things could be different. But I realized how stupid they were. Leo lived his whole life looking back on his past. He couldn’t let go, but we can. We can move on and not let our regrets define our future. We could wish to have spent the last four years together, but would you and Sophia be friends? Would Cane have got the chance to save Thea? I can’t say for certain, but I don’t think so. You became friends with Sophia because she was someone you could turn to who I would never suspect. Cane was only in the bar the night he met Thea because I was busy with the Feral Sons and Leo. If I had known about Leo four years ago, I would have fucking killed him then and there would have been no trouble with the Feral Sons.” He huffed out a breath and smiled at me. “I’m fucking rambling and not making much sense,” he said.

  “No. It all makes perfect sense.” I smiled. “No more regrets.”

  “No more regrets,” he agreed. “We’d better get inside.”

  He moved to walk away, but I pulled him back. “What about Charlie?” I asked. “Will there really never be any regrets about not knowing if she’s your biological daughter?”

  Caleb smiled. “Never. For one, I believe she is. One look in her eyes tells me so. But even if that’s not the case, she’s still my daughter, and nothing will ever change that.”

  “No,” I agreed. “Nothing will ever change that.”

  He looked down at me with a lust-filled gaze and smiled wickedly. “You know, we could get out of here. Sophia’s too giddy to notice or care.”

  “What do you have in mind?” I asked.

  “Well, I could ask Cane and Thea to look after Charlie for the night and we could go to our room, see how comfy the bed is?”

  “I thought you wanted to stay up past midnight?”

  “I have no intention of going to sleep.”

  I wrapped my arms around his neck again. “And there was me thinking I’d have to beg you to fuck me.”