Styx and Stones: A Demented Sons MC Texas Novel

by Kristine Allen

  Once it clicked, we stopped and stared. Her teeth held her bottom lip as a smile teased her mouth, and her eyes shone. The fluttering in my chest scared me a little because at the back of my mind I worried about what it meant.

  The thing was, when I really thought about it, I didn’t care. Shoving away the fear, I embraced the emotion for what it was.

  I was stupidly, hopelessly, fucked in the head, crazy about my prim-ass little schoolteacher.

  Fuck.

  “Hang on,” I rushed out as I ran around to the driver side and jumped up. With one last glance to drink her in, I grinned like a fool, then drove like a bat out of hell to my house.

  After parking, I didn’t give her a chance to get down by herself. Bordering on desperation, I flung open the door and pulled her into my arms.

  On the same page, she wrapped her legs around my waist. Her soft hands slid up under my clothes.

  “I need you,” she panted as her lips pressed to any exposed skin she could reach.

  “And thank fuck for that,” I gasped as her little teeth bit into my neck.

  We barged through the garage door into the house. I kicked the door shut and made a beeline to my bedroom. When I set her down, I made sure she slid down the length of my body.

  “Oh my God. You have too many clothes on,” she said as her fingers plucked at the button of my jeans. A breathless laugh escaped me as I helped her by pulling my shirt and hoodie over my head. While I did that, she tugged her sweater over her head and tossed it with mine to the floor.

  Her quick intake of breath preceded her tracing my ink reverently. “It’s not fair that you’re so beautiful,” she said before her eyes rose to meet mine.

  There are moments in our lives where everything reaches a point of clarity. Where everything makes sense and feels right. Where we know with certainty we are on the right path.

  At one time I thought I was on the right path with Grace.

  It took meeting Gwen and being bowled over by her innocent existence to understand I hadn’t had a clue before. The tiny woman standing before me had taken me by miniature storm when I least expected it.

  “I’m crazy about you.” At my admission, she gasped and pulled back, but I caught her. “No, don’t pull away. I’m not saying that to scare you away. I’m saying it because everything in life is uncertain. We don’t know if today is our last day. I’m not taking the chance that I’ll miss out on the opportunity to tell you that you’re important to me.”

  No sooner had I said that than she jumped into my arms. For a moment we simply held each other. I savored the scent of her, the feel of her weight in my arms, the silky warmth of her skin against mine.

  Then I knelt at her feet. Where before we were frantic and rushed, then I was slow. Inch by inch I worshipped her body on my knees.

  My lips caressed her curves and teased her hollows. I peeled her remaining clothing off, only to cover the exposed skin with my mouth and hands.

  The way my hands spanned her waist was captivating. The silky feel of her skin under my palms as I slid them up her back was mesmerizing. The taste of her kiss was intoxicating.

  She sent me into sensory overload. It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced, and I couldn’t get enough.

  Lifting her up, I rested her on the edge of the bed and hooked her legs over my shoulders. My fingers dug into the flesh of her hips as I pulled her closer. There was nothing more beautiful than the woman sprawled across my bed. Slender arms flung out as if that would hold her down or save her from falling apart at my hands.

  As I inhaled, her scent filled me, nearly making me lose sight of where I was going. This was about her. Seeing her detonate was my prize.

  If I was truthful, more than anything I wanted to slide my cock in that pussy and fuck her like an animal. With a small smile against her inner thigh, I promised my impatient dick it would get to that later.

  “What time is dinner?” I asked.

  “Huh?” Confusion filled her wide eyes.

  “I need to know how much time I have.”

  “Umm, six? Yeah, six” was her gasped reply when I placed my mouth closer and blew against her heat.

  “Good. We have plenty of time.”

  “For what?”

  “For me to drive you over the edge.” Done talking, I dove in. Teasing and tormenting her was my goal. Bringing her to the edge time and time again before backing off became my plan. I’d hold off her first release as long as I could to maximize the impact when she finally came.

  “Oh God,” she moaned as her head fell back to the bed.

  “Comfortably Numb”—Pink Floyd

  “Maddox!”

  He didn’t stop to acknowledge my frantic outburst. Instead, he kept doing all those naughty things to me with his mouth. The sensations were pushing me to my limits, and the pressure building within me was driving me crazy.

  His hair was so soft and silky in my fingers as I tugged and pulled him closer. One second my hands were in his hair, then I was clawing at the bedding, trying to gain purchase against the onslaught I knew was coming.

  Closer and closer.

  The precipice neared, and my heart raced.

  It wasn’t long before it was impossible to keep my eyes open.

  My entire body was on the verge of shattering. Everything was so intense that my muscles trembled, awaiting the explosion. Drawn up by invisible threads, my chest rose, arching my back off the bed. A mewling brewed within.

  “Oh my God. Maddox. Oh God. Oh God” burst from me, followed by a whine as I tensed. Body bowed, the first wave of ecstasy washed over me, each pulse driven further by the relentless assault of his magic mouth. My vision filled with a blinding white. Breathing was impossible.

  In my postorgasmic haze, I was faintly aware that he lifted me higher on the bed. As the intensity faded, I floated in languid bliss.

  Tenderly, he rained kisses on my body. Higher and higher until his nose rubbed my cheek, then his forehead rested against mine.

  “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you coming apart for me,” he whispered against my skin.

  Eyes heavily lidded, I stared at him in wonder. “I’ve never had anyone make me feel the way you do.”

  The corner of his lips tipped before he kissed the edges of my mouth.

  When his hips gave a slow, grinding thrust against mine, I felt the silky-soft warmth of his shaft. A lazy smile curved over my mouth, and I murmured, “You took your pants off.”

  “Yeah, while you were still moaning and coming back down from outer space.” He chuckled with another thrust that rubbed against the best spot in the world.

  “Mmm, that’s nice.”

  “I can think of something that would be better.” A wicked gleam was in his eye.

  “I like the way you think,” I said as I raised my hips to press into his. The motion caused him to bury his face in my neck and groan.

  “Fuck, babe. You’re going to make me embarrass myself.”

  “Roll over,” I said.

  “Huh?” His head came back up.

  “Turn over to your back,” I instructed with a teasing look.

  He flopped to his back and fluffed the pillow under his head. “You going to have your wicked way with me now?”

  “Something like that,” I answered as my hands grazed over his skin. Reverently, I smoothed over his muscles. Each time they jumped or twitched at my touch, I reveled in the sense of power it gave me. I’d never seen myself as a seductress, but he made me feel that way.

  Every so often, I glanced up to his eyes to make sure he wasn’t losing interest. His lids were heavy, but the brilliant blue still shone as he watched me closely. As my hands curved over his chest, I could feel his heart pounding under my fingers.

  Leaning over, I pressed a lingering kiss to his heart. A fist clenched in my hair as it draped in a silken curtain over his body. He held me to his chest until I tipped my head up to look at him. Our eyes held as I used the tip of my tongue to
flick across his nipple.

  Those strong fingers stayed tangled in my hair as I traced his tattoos over his chest, then lower. Around the head of his thick length, I circled until I licked the clear droplet of moisture on the tip. The salty flavor lured me, and I gripped the base to pull him further between my lips.

  A sharp inhale was followed by a long, slow exhale. “Jesus,” he whispered.

  Taking his reaction for encouragement, I drew him deeper into my mouth. My lips curled into a smile as I released him.

  “What are you smiling about?” he rasped.

  “Mmm, nothing. I was just thinking this is the best lollipop I’ve ever had.”

  His bark of laughter caused him to jump in my hand. He quickly quit laughing when I flattened my tongue to slide up and down, then sucked him in deep. I swallowed when I began to gag and breathed deeply through my nose.

  Between the suction from my mouth and my tongue swirling around him, he was panting and groaning. It was an intoxicating feeling, knowing I was doing that to him. Driven by his actions, I continued to stroke and suck him until suddenly his hand tightened in my hair and pulled me off.

  The pop that resounded through the room was drowned out only by his rapid breathing.

  “Enough. Come up here.” His firm hands pulled me up until my breasts pressed to his chest and my legs straddled his. His hand in my hair guided my lips to his, and we crashed together. Lost in his kiss, I missed him lifting his knees to bring me further up. It wasn’t until his tip nudged at my core that I realized he’d moved.

  Accommodating his movements, I raised my hips to line him up and then sank down. The fullness caused me to gasp into his devouring kiss. When I didn’t think he could fill me further, he gave a thrust with his hips, and my entire body responded. Stars sparked behind my eyelids, my breath became ragged, and my ears rang from the intensity.

  Everything went momentarily numb, then every sensation returned and cascaded over me, leaving shivers in their wake. Calloused hands cupped and squeezed my full, aching breasts. Deft fingers plucked at my nipples, eliciting moans of ecstasy from deep within me. Overwhelmed by it all, my head fell back, and my hair trailed my ass.

  Slowly and sensuously, we moved. He slid in and out of my body with smooth precision, bottoming out so deep it triggered goose bumps. Everything was so intense, so good, so perfect.

  Every inch of my inner walls experienced his touch. Each stroke drove me higher. The pinnacle rose, and I climbed. Higher and higher with each measured thrust. Warm hands roamed over my rib cage and down to grasp my hips in a controlling grip.

  Gasps, pants, and muted grunts surrounded us as we lost ourselves to the moment.

  “Fuck, you feel so goddamn good,” he growled out.

  Even though we moved slowly, the pleasure from my orgasm hit me like a roaring freight train. My release poured from my body as I savagely clenched around him. Pulse after pulse had my eyes rolling in my head as a soundless scream ripped from my chest.

  When warm lips wrapped around the peak of my breast, I shuddered and rode the waves of bliss that he drew out with each stroke of his tongue and pull of his mouth.

  Opening my eyes, I blinked to clear my vision. My nails were digging into his chest, but he didn’t seem to mind. He’d curled up from the bed to lavish his attention on my breasts. But the action also caused my clit to rub against him.

  The glorious friction of it had me moaning.

  “I want you on your hands and knees,” he rasped. It wasn’t a request, it was a demand.

  Like a good girl, I complied.

  “Ass in the air,” he instructed as he gripped my hips tightly. “Hang on to the bed.”

  Christ, it was a good thing I did, because he wasn’t easy when he rammed that big pole he called a dick into me. It took all my strength to keep my face from hitting the headboard.

  “Fucking hell,” he said as he held himself deep inside. “You’re so fucking tight.”

  Another rapid thrust, and my boobs were shaking with the force.

  “I think it’s more like you’re so damn big,” I muttered.

  His breathless laugh burst out as he held my hips tight and snapped his to mine. By the next one, he wasn’t laughing anymore. Sweat ran down my neck as he powered into me. I was on the edge of losing my mind.

  Every deep plunge into my core was interspersed with an occasional grunt or a muttered “fuck” or “Jesus.”

  Then he was ramming me like a machine, and without warning, I detonated. “Jesus, Maddox! Oh my God! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck meeee…,” I wailed as I shattered and fell face first to the pillows.

  My core was still throbbing out my orgasm as he fucked me like a damn machine. Pounding into me, he was relentless as his sweat dripped on my back. Suddenly, his rhythm was erratic, and I knew I’d have bruises from how hard his fingers dug into my flesh.

  “Fuck, Gwen, I’m going to come inside that beautiful little pussy of yours. Hang on, baby.”

  Sex-drunk, I could only clench the bedding tight as my face shoved into the pillow with each powerful stroke. He was a freaking sex god.

  Built to fuck.

  A roar filled the room as he drove deep and held himself still. The pulsing of his thick cock was all I could feel. My body was in a posteuphoric haze, and I couldn’t find it in me to be embarrassed at my filthy thoughts.

  He collapsed forward, and his forehead lay between my shoulder blades. Sporadic kisses rained on my damp skin.

  “Ready?” he mumbled against my back. I had no idea what he was talking about until he moved in and out a couple of times, then slipped free of my wet heat.

  A whimper escaped me. “Aww, why’d you do that?” I whined as he pulled me with him and laughed into my shoulder.

  “We need to shower now, and we should head back to your place.”

  The thought of sharing him with my family had me scrunching up my nose in distaste. “How about we just stay here? I’ll text them that we’re not coming,” I grumbled and wiggled my ass into his groin.

  His teeth sank into the sensitive tendon on my neck, and I arched to allow him better access. A smack to my ass was his answer, along with an amused chuckle.

  “Let’s go shower.”

  The bed moved slightly, and I knew he’d gotten up.

  That quickly, I began to doze. Strong arms scooped me up, and I sleepily snuggled into him.

  “Mmm, I think I might love you,” I mumbled into his neck as I wrapped my arms around him.

  He kissed my head without saying a word and carried me to the bathroom.

  “Every Part of Me”—Godsmack

  Gwen’s dad turned out to be a pretty cool guy. Her mom and sister, however….

  “So Styx,” Gwen’s sister purred as she sidled up next to me in the kitchen. “Gwen said you ride a motorcycle. That’s so hot. Do you think you could take me for a ride before we head back to Florida?” She batted her eyes and gave me a sultry smile.

  Christ.

  “Uh, probably not. My bike is in the shop for, um, winter maintenance,” I lied. There was no way I was taking that octopus for a ride. Every chance she’d gotten, she’d cornered me and flirted. Except it wasn’t just flirting. She was the touchiest, feeliest chick I’d ever met. If she kept her shit up, I was gonna have to hurt her feelings.

  A small arm snaked around my waist. “Your bike’s in the shop? Is everything okay?” Gwen questioned. Thankfully, she hadn’t seen her sister’s antics, because Darla was really good at being stealth about that shit.

  “Yeah, babe, everything is good. I’m just having winter maintenance done. Oil change, new tires, stuff like that. It will be there for a while though because they had to order the tires I wanted.” Trying to give her sister the big, fat hint that Gwen was my girl, I kissed Gwen in front of her. Nothing that would have her dad wanting to chop off my balls, but enough that she would know Gwen was where my interest was focused.

  Well, I was hoping she would.

  “Steaks are done!�
�� Gwen’s dad opened the door to holler in.

  “Do we want to eat on the patio, since Gwen doesn’t have much of a table in here?” her mom asked, and her condescending tone irritated me.

  “I’m good with that. How about you, babe?” I wasn’t one for constant terms of endearment, but around Darla and her mom, it seemed necessary. I’d been throwing them out in front of them left and right, but Darla was dodging them like a motherfucker. If I didn’t know better, I’d say she’d be one to strip me fucking naked if she was able to corner me alone.

  “Sure. I’ll turn on my little patio heater.” I could see Gwen trying to be cheerful. The thing was, her smiles didn’t reach her eyes unless we were talking with her dad, and I didn’t like that shit. She deserved the best of every fucking thing, including happiness.

  “Great! I’ll start pulling the steaks off. Will you all bring everything out?” Her dad grinned, oblivious of the tension, since he’d been out grilling.

  “Yes, sir. I’ll help the ladies,” I offered. He nodded and stepped back outside.

  It took a couple of trips, but we got everything set up at the round table on the patio. It was going to be chilly, even with the heater. But I wasn’t going to argue with her mom.

  Dinner was thankfully uneventful. Because there were five of us at the table, it gave me an excuse to sit closer to Gwen. I spent most of the meal with my thigh pressed to hers. To be honest, I wasn’t sure if it was for my benefit of having her touching me, or hers for strength.

  We were finishing up when her mom sighed, then said, “You know, Gwendolyn, if you’d gone to Stanford, you’d probably be making more money and you could’ve had a bigger place.” It was said off the cuff, and she stuffed a bite of food in her mouth and turned to listen to something Darla was saying.

  My brows lowered as I debated making waves and tell the self-righteous woman off. Fuck if I wasn’t trying my damnedest to make a good impression, at least on her dad. It was getting more difficult by the minute.

  “Janie,” Gwen’s dad said with a hint of warning.

  “What? I’m sorry if I had high hopes for her.” Her shoulders sagged a little, and it seemed like maybe she was telling the truth.