“Alright.”
“Hey, it’s gonna be fine.”
“I know. As long as you’re here to distract me.” She was trying to focus on something positive and I was more than happy to move on from the discussion, instantly growing hard as my dick decided it was a great time to show interest. Adjusting myself, I smirked when Sasha noticed.
“So easy to get your cock hard.”
“Fuck, baby,” I growled, circling my arm around her waist, and letting my hand rest on that succulent ass I adored. Our eyes locked and that wicked green I loved so much danced with a hint of mischief mixed with fear. I didn’t like the idea of her being afraid. Pissed me off that someone would make her feel that vulnerable and terrified again. She was making every effort not to focus on the dead cat but I wasn’t fooled.
“I’m here, baby.”
“I know,” she whispered, her voice wavering.
“Need you to trust me. I’ve got this.”
Her bottom lip wobbled and fuck if that didn’t punch me right in the gut.
My hand reached for hers and held tight, palm to palm as our fingers intertwined. “Me and you, Sasha.”
“Me and you,” she repeated, taking a shaky breath.
I leaned down and kissed her, pressing my lips to hers in order to awaken her hunger and help dismiss any uncertainty she had. My own hunger was quick to rise and I deepened the kiss, craving more of her touch and skin against mine. I hauled her up, groaning as her legs wrapped around my waist and her tits smashed into my chest.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmured, stealing another kiss.
“Bodie.”
Hearing my name pass through those sweet, plump lips was downright addicting.
“I’m so glad I’m with you.”
Her voice hit me right in that sweet spot, shot like an arrow directly into my heart and left a warmth and contentment behind that was fuckin’ hard to ignore. One of my hands rose to rub my chest at the slight ache left behind. I wasn’t sure what that feeling meant but I didn’t hate it. In fact, I sort of loved the way Sasha had wiggled her way into my life.
She was everything. My ol’ lady. My seductress.
My sexy valentine.
Fuck. I was going to marry her. As soon as possible.
Just thinking of her wearing my brand and my ring was making me harder as my brain quickly filled with lust. My dick was pressing up against the denim of my jeans and I groaned, wanting to fill her pussy as fast as possible.
“The shit you say to me,” I murmured.
She winked, her legs dropping to the ground. “I need to eat. Take me to breakfast.”
“Can I have you for dessert?”
“Not outside. It’s too damn cold,”
She was taunting me and I decided I was fucking my girl before church, one way or another, even if it meant up against the side of the clubhouse. I knew just the spot where the cameras had a slight blind spot. Yeah, I was fucking her outside right after I fed my woman.
“Come on, baby.”
Bodie pulled into the compound and rode his bike farther than usual, taking us around to the back of the building and to a corner that was shady and cool but sheltered on two side from the wind by the repair shop. No windows were on this side which I figured meant no one could see what we were about to do. I knew Bodie was up to something. He didn’t bring me back here without a reason.
My man was horny. No other explanation.
Our gaze met as I slid off the bike and handed over my helmet, watching as he placed it aside and then turned my way, flashing one of his signature grins.
Bodie’s icy blue eyes almost glittered in the light. His chiseled jaw, rippling muscles, and thick arms covered in black ink drew my attention next. With open appraisal, I took in his long legs and tight t-shirt, nearly desperate for a glimpse of his stomach and the sharp V-shaped muscles that I never tired of drooling over. His dark hair fell over his right eye, thick and straight but not too long, just enough to give him a sensual and dangerous edge.
Licking my lips, I popped the button on my jeans, smiling when he growled at the movement.
Damn. We never failed to turn each other on.
Bodie and I kind of did things backward. We didn’t date, just went hot and fast. Skipped the bullshit and tore each other’s clothes off. After that first night, we were constantly touching one another and it never got old. I still wanted him as much as I did the first time we slept together.
As I glanced at the man in front of me, I realized that I wanted to know more than just the sound of his moans and grunts or how hard he fucked when he was turned on. I wanted to know the juicy bits, the real stuff not everyone else knew. Things that mattered like where he grew up, what his childhood was like, what his favorite places to go were and foods to eat. Memories and moments that shaped the man who looked in my direction and winked like he owned the whole damn world.
The guy that I could see spending my future with and have zero regrets.
“You something? I can never get enough of you.”
He chuckled, rising up off the bike and taking a step in my direction. “Baby, I feel the same way.”
“Funny, but I’ve never felt like this with anyone else.”
“Me either, Sasha.” I could tell he meant those words.
“I don’t think we’ll be one of those couples that fuck and get it out of their system and move one, do you?”
He shook his head. “Nope. We kind of went at it hard and fast, didn’t we?” he asked with a murmur, his husky voice wrapping around my body with a warm caress.
“Yeah,” I whispered, locked in his pale blue gaze.
“We missed something important.”
“Oh?” I couldn’t think straight. Lust and desire swirled in my brain and conjured a wicked heat that began rising inside, focusing all my attention on his mouth and how his lips were capable of so many different facets of his personality. Need – when he pressed kisses to my skin. Obedience – when they tightened with expectation. Humor – when they lifted in the corners just right. And mystery – when they twitched like they were doing now.
“You listenin’ to me, baby?” His gravelly tone caused a shiver down my spine.
I nodded but couldn’t say for sure what he asked.
A dark chuckle left his lips. “I fuckin’ love that look.”
Blinking, I had no idea what he was talking about. “Huh?”
“When you’re so focused on me and my cock you can’t think straight. It’s goddamn heaven.”
I swallowed and he watched the movement, devouring every breath I inhaled as my heart raced with his close proximity. He’d close the distance and I hardly noticed.
“You know what I like best?” he asked, his voice dropping another octave with his obvious arousal.
At a loss, I shook my head. Coherent thought was nonexistent.
“The way your greedy little cunt likes to be filled by my cock and can’t get enough.” His nostrils flared and his eyes changed into an icy crystal blue that mesmerized, owning my full attention.
The sexual attraction buzzed between us and was nearly tangible. If I closed my eyes, I could feel the jolts hovering above my skin and tingling along my flesh, eager to join and merge with his own.
Something carnal and unexplainable existed between me and Bodie and I loved every moment I spent with him even more than the last. Truth be told, I craved him like a drug and needed to be filled like an addictive substance shot into my veins. He gave me a natural high that was difficult to explain to someone who never felt what I did or experienced that level of connection.
Maybe it was lust. Maybe it was need. I’d argue that it was far simpler. Just love.
Pure, passionate, all-consuming love.
The kind where you’d take a bullet for the other person and the thought didn’t even faze you.
I’d jump in front of a moving semi-truck to save his life and I think he knew it.
“You’re it for me, Sa
sha Pruitt,” he rasped, tilting my chin up so our eyes locked in place. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you or give you. You fuckin’ own me, baby.”
Tears pricked the back of my eyes and I blinked before they could surface. “I’d say it’s mutual.”
Bodie’s knuckles brushed along the contour of my cheek. “Sasha” His hands dropped to my shoulders briefly, moving slowly as they skimmed over my chest as light as a feather. Rising higher, his fingers brushed along my neck and tilted my head back, his thumbs anchored on either side of the bottom of my chin. “Close your eyes,” he whispered, and I realized he was lowering his head, pausing just an inch from my trembling lips that parted, my breath hitching as I awaited the warmth that would follow.
My eyes closed and I breathed raggedly, several seconds passing until his mouth closed over mine. I expected him to lose control but his touch was so tender, so sweet that I nearly forgot a rough, deadly biker was holding me hostage in his arms. Bodie’s lips opened as his tongue gently pushed through the seam and forced his way inside. His kiss was hungry, dominating my senses before he pulled away slightly, his teeth nibbling my bottom lip. As our gaze met, he held my face in his hands, and then pressed multiple light kisses all over my mouth and jawline until I moaned.
“Are you trying to seduce me?” I asked, the words breathy.
He laughed lightly. “No, Sasha. I just want you to know what you mean to me.” He cleared his throat. “Baby, I want to ask you something.”
Standing next to his Harley, tucked into the warmth of his body heat, I was completely clueless what his next words were going to be.
“Sasha Pratt, will you marry me?”
Bodie dug into his cut and pulled out a ring, lifting my hand and sliding a diamond onto the index finger as I fought to gain control over my emotions. Shocked, I had to take a few seconds for his words to absorb into my brain.
“Yes, Bodie, I’ll marry you.”
“Fuck yes, baby.” He tugged my body closer, his mouth crashing down on mine as he reached for my jacket, tossing it aside before he nearly ripped my shirt and lifted it over my head. My bra followed and he didn’t hesitate to capture a nipple in his mouth, his tongue curling around the tip before he sucked hard. His hands were kneading the flesh of my ass and gripping with ownership. “Mine,” he growled, lifting his head to peer into my eyes. “My pussy. My ol’ lady.”
I nodded in complete agreement.
“My future wife.”
Damn. Hearing him say that instantly turned me on more. “Yes,” I panted.
“Need to be inside you, baby. Right fuckin’ now.”
The rest of my clothes landed in a heap beside the bike. He shrugged off his jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders. I didn’t know why but didn’t care as he resumes his attention on my breasts, driving me wild with need. I was a total breast girl. If he played with my nipples, I got tingly down below.
“More,” I rasped.
I needed closer to him, to feel his skin against mine.
Bodie groaned and reached down, gripping my ass while lifting me at the same time my legs wrapped around his waist. He had me up against the wall faster than I could draw in a breath. That explained the jacket. I was protected against the rough exterior of the building. Our lips smashed together with a feral hunger, his tongue thrusting into my mouth the same way I was desperate to feel his cock inside me.
“I need inside you, baby. This is gonna be hard and fast,” he warned.
No complaints here.
“Then do it,” I replied, overcome with lust. “Fuck me, Bodie.”
I was already unbuckling his belt and jeans, reaching inside to grip his cock. My hand stroked his length a couple of times from tip to base as he let out a guttural moan. Twisting slightly with each pull, I was satisfied when I saw his eyes nearly roll back into his head.
“Play with that clit,” he ordered gruffly, “I need you ready for me because I don’t think I can be gentle right now.”
I released him and slid my hand down my stomach, stopping to rub the sensitive nubbin and breathing faster when Bodie kept gliding up and down his length, still holding me up against the wall. His cock bobbed in the air when he pushed two fingers through my lower lips and checked to be sure I was ready. Nearly dripping with need, I nodded as he lined up at my pussy and thrust inside. I barely had a chance to catch a breath before he was pistoning his hips, fucking me hard up against the wall.
We were both lost to one another and completely oblivious to our surroundings. The entire state of Nevada could have been watching us and I wouldn’t have cared. All I knew was the intense pleasure I felt with every single stroke while Bodie held me close, capturing my lips and nibbling on them as he whispered dirty words against my mouth.
“Fucking love this tight pussy. Just perfect for my dick, baby. Makes me want to fuck you until you’re raw, filling you with my cum over and over again until it dribbles down your legs and the whole fucking world knows that you’re mine.”
“Bodie,” I managed to moan.
“Tell me, Sasha,” he growled, “Tell me that I own your pussy.”
“You do,” I promised, “You own my heart, my pussy, everything about me.”
“Damn straight I do.”
His thrusts became harder, more intense as he drove inside me faster.
“I’m going to come,” I moaned, pressing down on my clit one more time as my legs began to shake, my release so wild that I gushed and practically squirted on Bodie’s cock.
“Fuck yeah!” he shouted, turning around, and leaning against the wall, grabbing my hips, and pumping me up and down on his shaft as I tossed my head back and screamed his name.
My fingers dug into his shoulders as he thrusted a few more times and then let out a deep growl, claiming my lips as he emptied inside me.
Both of us spent, he offered a lazy grin as our eyes met. “You’re all mine, Sasha. I’m so addicted to this pussy I’d fucking kill to get between your thighs.”
Giggling, I smacked his shoulder. “My crazy Reaper.”
His lip curled up in a sexy snarl. “You know it.”
“Church is in session,” Grim announced.
He picked up the wooden gavel that he had specially made and slammed it down on the table. The ivory head was shaped in a perfect skull. It set the deadly tone and seriousness of the meetings that took place inside the chapel of the Crossroads. As Reapers, we often had to make life and death choices for one another and the club and today was no different.
“Fill us in, Mammoth. Need your input first.”
Mammoth sat back and folded his arms across his chest. “Took Wraith, Ex, and Diablo with me and we didn’t find shit. Not even after I got updated texts from Xenon. Chamuco is like a fuckin’ ghost. Out in the wind somewhere in Nevada and he’s fucking with us, my brothers.”
Hannibal slammed a fist down on the table. “Then we declare war.”
Wraith, Patriot, Ex, and Papa pounded on the table in agreement. I joined them and so did Rael.
Papa ticked his head toward Grim. “Don’t need this kind of mess right now. The club has enough shit to sort through with Razr and the Scorpions.”
“I hear you, Papa,” Grim acknowledged, his jaw pulsing with a light tick of anger. It wasn’t directed at Papa but the shitty situation we were in.
“This is why I’ve been saying we need to cut ties with Salazar as soon as we can.”
Hannibal was right. He was gnawing on a stick of sugarcane and appeared more frazzled than usual.
Xenon lit up a joint and inhaled slowly, filling his lungs, and holding onto the smoke for as long as he could before he released it. “I don’t like feeling like a fly caught in a spider’s web.”
“Agreed,” Rael added. “Bodie and I walked into more than one shitstorm last night.”
Sighing, I scrubbed a hand down my face. “Sasha’s place was broken into and trashed. The old apartment she shared with Trish.”
Grim’s face paled a
little. “Shit.”
“Sasha was next door helping watch her friend’s kids. They lost their cat or so they thought until Sasha heard a noise and opened the door and found the cat’s body and severed head in a bag on the front porch.”
“Fucking asshole,” Grim cursed.
“Who the fuck kills a cat and dumps it for the kids to find?” Papa was pissed. “I’ll find the fucker and gut him like a fish.”
Several heads nodded their agreement.
“Why are they coming after the kids?” Grim shook his head. “That’s fucked-up.”
“They’re after Sasha’s friend Gina. She borrowed ten grand and can’t pay it back. Sasha couldn’t find out who the lender was but it must be connected to the Scorpions and Chamuco. The cat was dumped around the same time the apartment was broken into.”
“Yeah, no coincidence,” Mammoth agreed.
“Sasha is being targeted and we know it’s Chamuco. He’s now fully patched into the Scorpions which means his allegiance to Primal is probably a thing of the past.” Grim leaned forward, piercing us all with a stern look. “My guess is that he’s broken ties with Salazar too. It’s exactly what I was waiting on. Now we can move forward.”
“What does that mean?” I asked, staring him down. “Are you telling me I can go after Chamuco now?”
“I’ve got a phone call to make first,” he announced, laying down his phone and dialing a number, placing the cell on speaker.
“Grim.” Salazar’s smooth, thickly accented voice filled the room.
“You know why I’m calling.”
“Sí. Leash is off, mi amigo.”
“You’re sayin’ what?” Grim clarified.
“Our mutual friend is no longer under my protection.”
“And?”
“Let your beast loose,” he answered with a dark laugh, “I want him to suffer.”
Fuck. I needed to bring Sasha back to the Crossroads to stay. No more work. No socializing. Not until Chamuco was dealt with.
“We have a mutual understanding, no?”
“Sure,” Grim replied smoothly, “We take care of the mess and you keep your hands clean.”
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