Styx and Stones: A Demented Sons MC Texas Novel

by Kristine Allen

  While I’d never been the type of girl who was dying to have a dick in my mouth, that all changed with him. But when I moved to drop to my knees in front of him, he shook his head. “No. Need to be inside that sweet fucking pussy of yours first.”

  Lightning quick, he tore open the package and rolled the condom down his length.

  Like I weighed nothing, he grabbed my hips and hiked me up to hover over the end of his shaft. My face flushed at even thinking that word, but he made me feel like a different person. Teasing me, he rimmed my wet opening. I hooked my heels into his ass and tried to pull myself down on his length.

  Holding my gaze, he slowly slid me onto his length until he was seated deep within my pulsing core. “Oh fuck. Sweet Jesus.” I’d forgotten how much he filled me. My poor va-jay-jay was stretched to her limit. But just when I was about to tell him it was too much, he began to plunge in and out.

  Uncaring of the wall scraping against my back with each thrust, I could only concentrate on how damn good he made me feel.

  “Holy shit, I forgot how damn tight you are,” he gasped.

  Biting down on the cord of his neck, I began to lose myself in the magic he was weaving on my body. Every thrust brought me closer to the edge. Coiling tight, I knew it was just a matter of time.

  A keening sound spiraled from deep in my soul as I shattered. The strongest orgasm I’d ever felt in my life had my walls grabbing his shaft tight and milking it until he growled out his release.

  “Fuuuck. Fuck, Fuck. Fuck, baby.”

  As cognizant thought began to return, I heard banging on the wall next to us. It was followed by a muffled, “For Christ sake, get off the goddamn wall!”

  Bursting out laughing, we breathed heavy as we stood there grinning at each other like fools. He still held me against the wall, and his still-hard dick remained deep in me.

  “You wanna spend the night?”

  “I thought you’d never ask.” His smile was disarming. “Except I have to work tomorrow so I’ll need to leave early to go by my place to grab some scrubs.”

  “Scrubs?”

  “Yeah. I’m an ER trauma nurse.” This big, bad, sexy biker was a nurse? I pulled my lips between my teeth, trying not to say it.

  “I see your mind spinning. Yeah, I’m a nurse. Not a doctor. Sorry.” He appeared almost defensive.

  I shook my head. “Not where my mind was going at all.”

  “Really? Then where was that pretty little head of yours going?” The smirk he gave me was sexy as hell as he carried me to my bedroom right off the living room.

  “I was wondering if you’d be my naughty nurse.” Waggling my brows at him suggestively, I watched as he exploded with laughter. Then he laid me on the bed, all while never leaving my body.

  As he drove roughly into me, he gave me a wicked grin. “Every. Fucking. Day.”

  “Angels Fall”—Breaking Benjamin

  Waking to strawberry-blonde hair in my face, I stiffened and almost pushed her off the bed. Thankfully, it didn’t take long for my mind to clear enough to remember I was in Gwen’s bed. I’d ended up staying the night after coming inside her no fewer than three times the night before.

  “Mmm,” she mewled as she pushed her ass into my morning wood. My eyes rolled in my head as my cock slid perfectly into the crack of her ass. The thought of fucking her in the ass had me so hard it was damn near painful.

  “Fuck, I need to get moving or I’m going to be late.” When her ass wiggled against me, I hooked her hips to tilt them so I could slip the head of my dick through her slick opening. Suddenly not caring if I was late and got written up, I buried my length in her hot, wet, sheath. The one that fit me like a motherfucking glove.

  Biting her shoulder as I thrust hard into her from behind, I saw her clutch the sheets in her fingers. Back arching, she drove onto me with each plunge of my cock into her depths. It was straight heaven, and I couldn’t have stopped if the house was burning down around us.

  “Oh my God, shit, oh my God, I’m going to come.” Her breathless words had my tempo increasing until I thought she might fall off the bed from the force. Each deep thrust had her grunting with a slight whine.

  “That’s it, let go. Squeeze my cock tight in that sweet little pussy of yours. Make me lose control. Do it,” I dared her.

  Perfectly compliant, my sweet little schoolteacher spasmed so hard around my thick girth that my heart skipped a beat. Unable to maintain, I shoved into her as deep as I could. Before I fucked up, I jerked out and stroked my cock until I came all over her ass with a roar. Her neighbors were going to hate us.

  I made a mental note to ask her to stay at my house the next time.

  After I finished, I slid into her heat to savor the feeling of her aftershocks squeezing my cock. Maybe it was stupid, but it felt so fucking good.

  Once the stars cleared from my eyes, I was left feeling like a sappy fucker. One who was kissing her bare shoulders and tasting the saltiness of her skin. “I really need to go, but I want to see you tonight. If I text you my address, will you meet me at my place?”

  “Really? We’ve slept together what, three times, and I don’t even know your last name, but you want me to stay at your place?” She questioned me.

  “Technically many more than three times. And it’s Wright. I don’t know yours either.”

  “So you’re Mr. Wright?” She giggled, and my softening length slipped out of her, causing me to groan in disappointment.

  She rolled over to face me. Her pretty green-blue eyes were languid with sexual gratification. It was then that I was captivated by the sprinkling of freckles across the bridge of her nose. They were so cute I had to press a soft kiss to them.

  “Your freckles are cute.”

  “Oh God.” She placed a hand over her nose. I nudged it away to brush my lips over hers.

  “Don’t hide anything from me. Everything about you is sexy to me,” I growled as I rolled her to her back and rested between her legs. Holding my upper body off her with my elbows, I trailed kisses down to her collarbone, which I teased with the tip of my tongue. When I dipped down to suck a nipple in my mouth, her back arched to bring her closer to my greedy mouth.

  Letting it go with a pop, I grinned down at her. “I really need to go now. I’ll see you tonight.”

  “Mmm, do you have to go?” She whimpered and clung to me.

  “Yeah, Gwen, I do. I’m gonna have to haul ass to get to my place, then back to work. Trust me, I’d rather stay here all day.” I kissed between her luscious tits before rolling away and out of the warm bed.

  Though she watched my every move with hooded eyes, she snuggled into the covers until only her head peeked out. It was fucking adorable, and I realized she was quickly turning me into a hopeless sap.

  “What time do you get off?” she asked me after I’d gathered my clothes from where they were strewn around her entryway.

  “Seven-fifteen,” I answered from inside my henley as I pulled it over my head.

  A soft hand snuck up the back of my shirt when I sat on the edge of her bed to pull my boots on. Once I’d finished, I spun around and grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles.

  “I gotta jet, babe, I’m sorry.”

  That bottom lip of hers poked out, and I wanted to bite it, but I knew that would start something I didn’t have time to finish. Instead, I grinned at her, then kissed her head. “Make sure you pack a bag. You can go to work from my place Monday morning.”

  Her eyes widened.

  “Be careful,” she called out right as I made it out her door. Having someone worry about me sent a warm fuzzy feeling through my veins. It was so foreign that I wondered if anyone had ever made me feel that way. Grace had never expressed worry over my safety. Not once.

  Pausing, I turned back to her once more. “Always.”

  Then I left, anxious for my shift to end and kicking myself for agreeing to switch with Hunter.

  The bitter wind that hit me when I stepped outside her building mad
e me regret my haste to ride my bike the afternoon before. “Fuck,” I bitched as I started the bike, praying for it to heat up quickly so at least my legs would be somewhat warm.

  Racing against time, I decided to drop my bike off at the shop and get my truck. It was going to put me farther behind, but it would be worth it not to arrive at work as a popsicle.

  Rumbling up to the shop, I cursed that the guys were all there already. For fuck sake, it wasn’t even light out yet. Since they were there and one door was open, I pulled inside. Then I parked my bike out of the way at the back of the first bay.

  Lock looked up from the bike he was working on to give me a shit-eating grin. “Aren’t those the same clothes you had on yesterday? And I thought you had to work.”

  “I do. See you later.” I didn’t acknowledge his remark about my clothes, nor did I wait for a response. But I heard his, Truth’s, and Clay’s laughter as I tossed a single-finger salute over my shoulder and climbed into my cold truck.

  It was probably in record time that I made it home, changed, and hauled ass to the hospital. They were already in report as I quietly snuck into the room. Every eye was on me despite what I thought was my high-quality stealth mode.

  When Sabrina, one of my coworkers, raised a brow, I shrugged. She knew I was never late. I fucking hated being late.

  “Nice of you to join us, Maddox,” snarked Rose the off-going charge nurse. She was such a bitch. I hated the mornings when we had to get report from her, but I was thankful I didn’t work nights with her. The poor bastards who worked with her hated their lives. She was such a micromanaging, overly dramatic asshole.

  “No problem. Please continue,” I said in a completely unaffected tone. She rolled her eyes and flipped her blonde ponytail over her shoulder, but I simply smiled. Chris and Terri snickered behind their hands, and Sabrina did her best to hide her smile. The rest of the staff weren’t very familiar to me, as I hadn’t worked with them much. By their expressions I could tell their opinion of Rose was similar to the rest of ours.

  She huffed and finished report.

  We’d barely taken control of the department when the radio announced an incoming stab wound. “That’s our cue. Let’s look sharp, boys and girls,” said Doc Porter. We’d likely send them out after we got them stabilized.

  The day flew by with wave after wave of patients. Some serious, others little-Johnny-has-the-sniffles bullshit. By the end of the day, I’d had to change into a pair of clean hospital scrubs while mine were tied in a linen bag to be washed at home.

  I was exhausted but fulfilled. It was a messy day, but I fucking loved my job.

  “Hey, Maddox, you wanna go grab drinks with us?” Sabrina asked me as we were leaving the hospital. The rest of the crew was right behind us.

  “Nah, but thanks. I need to pass tonight.” Anxious to see Gwen again, I barely noted her expression of disappointment.

  “Okay, maybe another night?” she asked hopefully.

  “Sure,” I absently answered as I hit the auto-start on my truck.

  “Great! Umm, okay see you Monday morning?”

  “No, Hunter is working for me because I covered for him today.”

  “Oh. Well, see you next time.”

  “Yep,” I waved at my team members and climbed in my truck. Mind focused on one destination, I prayed Gwen would actually be there when I got home.

  When the flashing lights lit up my rearview mirror, I figured he was going around me. After all, I wasn’t speeding. Hadn’t broken any laws. Except the cop stayed on my ass, so I pulled over. Impatience simmered in my blood.

  The guy took his sweet time, and I was starting to get pissed. Most cops in the area were cool. Not to mention, there was an unspoken agreement between law enforcement and nurses that unless you were really fucking up, they usually gave us a warning.

  Because I knew I hadn’t done anything wrong, I had my ID, registration, and insurance ready when he approached my driver side door.

  “Do you know why I pulled you over?” The guy looked about my age, give or take. Dark hair, dark eyes, douchey mustache.

  “Um, I’m sorry, I really don’t, Officer”—I looked at his name badge—“Warren.”

  “You made a rolling stop at that intersection.” He stared at me and I watched his eyes pass over my scrubs to my tats. He then asked for my info. I handed him my shit, and he went back to his vehicle.

  Head resting on the seat, I gazed heavenwards in frustration. I knew I hadn’t made a rolling stop. I wasn’t a fucking idiot.

  What the fuck was the guy doing back there? I looked in my mirror, but he was still in his vehicle. A glance at my watch had me taping my fingertips on the steering wheel. Finally, I saw his door open.

  “Thank God,” I muttered as he approached.

  “Here you go, Mr. Wright. Can you sign here? I’m giving you a warning this time. Watch your stops in the future.”

  Signing, I fought rolling my eyes at the little prick and his power trip. “Sure thing.”

  He handed me back a copy of the warning and my shit. I shoved it all in the center console until later. “Have a nice day.” I’d have sworn he sneered at me, but he’d turned away before I could be sure.

  “Thanks, Officer Dick,” I said under my breath as I turned my turn signal on to enter the road again.

  It took me ten to fifteen minutes to get to my place from the hospital at that time of night. Elation washed over me as I noted the car in my driveway. My stupid heart raced with excitement that she actually showed up.

  My headlights illuminated her nervous expression as I swung into my driveway. The garage door rolled up, and I pulled in. Her car door opened, and I took a deep breath.

  “Control, dumbass, control. You’re not some fucking teenager with his first crush.” I spoke to myself when I was nervous. It was a ridiculous habit. But I couldn’t help that she had me feeling like it was my first crush. I’d never had such explosive emotions like I did when it came to her.

  How had I not noticed that my relationship was less than mediocre with Grace? Because I didn’t ever remember experiencing the rush I did with the mere thought of Gwen.

  It was actually a little crazy. I barely knew her. Grace and I were together for what seemed like forever. Yet the differences were astronomical.

  Before she reached my door, I opened it and scooped her up. Spinning her around in the small space between my truck and the garage wall, I grinned. It was all I wanted to do when in her proximity. Well, that and things that involved no clothes.

  “Hey, beautiful. You came,” I breathed.

  Nervously, she chewed on her lip, so I sucked it gently from between her teeth, ending with a gentle bite from mine. I gave her a chaste kiss, then set her down.

  “I almost didn’t.”

  “Why?” Curious as to why she questioned or hesitated at what was between us, I studied her.

  Her lids lowered as she dropped her gaze to the ground, and I immediately hated that I couldn’t see her pretty eyes. Using my first two fingers, I tipped her chin back up until she met my gaze.

  Brow furrowed, she licked her bottom lip. “Are you sure we aren’t moving a little fast? I mean, we both recently got out of what seems to be bad relationships. Maybe we need to back up a bit.”

  “No. Hell no. Look, Gwen, I shit-canned Grace over nine months ago. I’m not sure how long it’s been for you and your cop boyfriend, but I know it’s been almost two months, unless you got back together since Galveston.” A single brow rose as I awaited her answer.

  “God no!” A shudder shook her small frame.

  “Then fuck it. We only get one life and it should be enjoyed. What do you really have to lose?”

  Huge green-blue eyes stared at me as she swallowed with difficulty. “My heart?”

  “Angels Fall”—Breaking Benjamin

  “You never know what life has in store for you if you don’t take a few chances,” he whispered right before he kissed my lips.

  When he pul
led back, my eyes stayed closed. My lips were swollen and parted, and I sighed deeply. Blinking slowly, I came back down from the clouds he had me floating on. Savoring the minty taste of his kiss, I experienced speechlessness.

  “Wow,” I breathed.

  He chuckled, and his chest rumbled under my palms. The firmness of his pecs under the scrubs had me spreading my fingers and exploring. “This is so nice,” I said as I slid my hands over the hills and valleys of his muscles, up to his shoulders, then to his neck and down again.

  Tipping my head, I observed what he was wearing. “You have a T-shirt on. Is that so your patients can’t sneak a peek at your cleavage?”

  “Jesus, woman, you’re crazy.” His hands cupped my ass and hefted me up until I wrapped my legs around his lean hips.

  “And you just might be Mr. Right,” I teasingly murmured against the warm skin of his neck.

  “Oh, I’m definitely Mr. Wright. I have the ID to prove it. But if all you need is Mr. Right Now, I can be whatever you need me to be.” The mischievous grin that spread over his features had me laughing as we stepped into his home.

  It was a gorgeous home, too. I’d been bowled over when I entered his neighborhood. Not wanting to get lost, I’d made sure to arrive much earlier. His house was a gorgeous two-story Texas limestone-and-brick structure. It was obvious that being a nurse was much more lucrative than being a teacher. It made me regret that the sight of blood made we want to pass out, because otherwise I’d go back to school to be a nurse.

  We passed through a gorgeous laundry room and into the most spectacular kitchen I’d ever had the pleasure of stepping foot in.

  “Did you eat?” He set me on the counter as he began to dig through the huge stainless steel fridge.

  “I had a bowl of cereal,” I reluctantly admitted. In the cooks’ wet dream of a kitchen, it made me a little ashamed to admit I ate like a five-year-old.

  “You need more than that to keep your body fueled.” His deadpan expression met mine when he leaned back from the door. My only response was to wrinkle my nose and shrug.