by Evie Monroe
“The...Cobras?” she asked tentatively. “Is that your club?”
Was she kidding? “Yeah.” I pulled off my motorcycle jacket and showed her our insignia, the cobra with its fangs bared. She stared at it blankly, then her eyes softened, and the fear drained away.
“Let’s go in the kitchen and have something to eat. I didn’t know what you like, so I got Jack-in-the—”
Without warning, she dropped the knife, jumped to her feet, and threw herself into my arms. “I’m sorry,” she said, over and over again. “I’m sorry. I’m so stupid. I’m sorry.”
“No, you’re okay,” I said, inhaling the heady scent of soap and shampoo on her as I smoothed her hair down. Feeling her body against me, small, alive, needing me so badly...it was like nothing I’d ever felt before. I couldn’t stop repeating it, wanting this—whatever it was—to go on forever. “You’re okay, you’re okay, you’re okay.”
What the fuck was I going to say now? Sorry, you have to leave? I couldn’t. Fuck Cullen. I’d keep her safe, with me, no matter what.
“I’m so sorry I doubted you,” she said, her face buried in my t-shirt.
I wanted to ask her why she did, but more than anything, I just wanted to hold her close to me. She looked up at me, and I smoothed her hair down some more, wiping a stray tear from her cheek with the pad of my thumb.
I couldn’t fucking let her go. And her lips, pink and sweet, like a perfect little heart, her eyes...everything seemed to be begging me.
I lowered my mouth onto hers, real slow, and kissed her.
She wasn’t surprised by it. She didn’t push me away, as I expected. No, she welcomed me. She pulled me toward her with strength I didn’t know she had, then opened her mouth, sliding her tongue onto mine.
My cock went rock hard, from zero to a hundred in one-point-two seconds.
She wasn’t that innocent little princess I thought she was.
She kissed me hard, rubbing her mouth shamelessly against mine. When she pulled apart from me, the bow of her lips was red and raw from me. But she didn’t fight it. She looked at my lips like she wanted more.
And hell, I wanted more.
I seized her neck with one hand, drawing her up to me. She eased into my grip, as I moved against her, tasting her, sucking and savoring those lips, clenching her against me, pushing her tits against my chest, nipples hard like little pebbles.
I was completely unhinged the second my mouth found hers.
There was no stopping now. I needed her with a volcanic desire.
I scooped my hands under her ass, lifting her and dropping her down on my dresser. The part of me that wanted to be gentle—because this was broken, tortured Olivia—was long gone.
I didn’t see the bruises. I only saw the gorgeous woman I needed to be inside.
She reached down and tugged at my jeans, tearing open the buttons, finding my cock. I nearly lost it when I felt her fingers wrap around it.
Fuck. I was the strong one. Her protector. I couldn’t let her see me come undone.
I lifted her again, dropped her on the mattress. Flipped her around and lifted her skirt.
What a perfect ass. Round, full, and there for my compete enjoyment. I brushed my palms across the globes of her ass and slapped one. Damn. My red hand print looked too fucking sexy. I smacked her ass cheek again and she moaned.
Damn. Her moans almost undid me.
I slid my hands under her thighs, and I brought her to the edge of the mattress, her juices soaking everything she touched. I ran a hand down the crack of her ass. She let out a gasp as I felt the pillows of her cunt under the sopping wet fabric. My finger slid between her lips, into her slit, my thumb zeroing in on her clit.
She cried out like a damn kitten.
I pinned her down against the mattress with my body and sunk my teeth into her neck. “What do you want me to do?” I ground out, into her ear.
“Put your mouth on me,” she moaned, her voice muffled by the mattress.
Fuck yes. With pleasure.
I hooked a finger around those innocent little panties and pulled them down to her thighs.
Her pussy was beautiful, wet, and ready for my tongue.
I wasted no time. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and dug in, attacking her pussy from behind. She moaned as I traced my tongue against her tight asshole, then licked all the way to the sweet cream between her thighs.
I flicked her nub with the tip of my tongue relentlessly, back and forth, back and forth, holding her thighs apart as she thrashed around, tossing her head from side to side.
“Nix. Nix,” she moaned out. “Oh, God, don’t stop.”
Fuck no I wasn’t going to stop. There was no princess in the way she came, either. She fell into her climax, screaming and gasping and tearing at the sheets with animal rawness.
She was still coming when I got off my knees, pushed my jeans down over my ass, and grabbed a condom from the top drawer of my dresser.
Lifting my cock, I rolled it on, and plunged into her tight, spasming pussy, burying myself to the hilt.
Chapter Ten
Olivia
Maybe that wasn’t the most erotic night of my life.
But it sure felt like it.
One moment, I’d been scared to death that the man I was hiding out with was going to hurt me.
The next moment, I had his cock buried deep inside me, and was moaning in a pleasure I didn’t know existed.
“I shouldn’t be doing this,” he ground out as he buried that thick cock in me, his hands curled tightly around my hips. “I shouldn’t fucking be doing this to you.”
Yes, he should. I wasn’t sure about much in my life, but this? This, I was sure of.
Maybe it was wrong. I didn’t care. I needed him. Desperately.
I pressed my face into the sheets to quiet the moaning that was surely going to annoy whatever neighbors he had as he fucked me.
He’d gathered my hair and was pulling my head back, biting on my neck, riding me hard. So fucking hard. Thrusting in and out of me like the animal I’d once thought he was.
And I loved it.
I didn’t think I’d ever been fucked like this before. I couldn’t remember, that was for sure.
I moaned as he gripped my hips, pumping me hard and fast, reaching under me to squeeze my tits. A second later, a second orgasm hit me, even more explosive than the first one. It was cataclysmic, almost too much. I found myself shaking so hard I thought I might pass out. But the pleasure was so intense. If this was just fucking, or sex, or love, whatever it was, I wanted it.
He thrust again, and I felt him come, deep within me, gripping my hips hard as he pulled me flush against him.
When he pulled out, I collapsed onto the mattress, and he rolled next to me. “Jesus. What just happened?”
I’d never seen him look astonished before. In the past couple of days I’d come to think of him as more of a brick wall, not capable of showing any emotion. I definitely didn’t think he was capable of surprise.
Flushed and sweaty, but just…proud of myself, I smiled at him.
He looked over at me. We were still both fully clothed, but my panties were down around my knees and my skirt was up around my waist. His jeans were down around his thighs and the condom hung off his big dick.
He reached over and set my skirt straight. “When I said I wanted to get something to eat, that wasn’t what I had in mind.”
I sat up. “What did you mean?”
He shook his head, looking genuinely remorseful. “What I mean is that…you deserve more than to be fucked like that.”
“I liked it.”
He gave me a look like, I couldn’t have.
“Didn’t you?”
He let out a short laugh. “Yeah. Of course I did. But that’s beside the point. You seem like the flowers and roses kind of girl.”
I grinned at him. “So, I shouldn’t be into hot, dirty fucks?”
He scratched at his beard. “Well...”
> I raised an eyebrow. “What? You wanted to take it slow?”
“Baby. I don’t think I could’ve taken it slow if I wanted to. But I should’ve at least tried.”
I gave him a look. “Sounds to me like there’s a lot you need to learn about me.”
The corners of his lips curled up into a smile. “I’m willing to.”
I rolled over on the bed. “Number one. I like what we just did. I liked it very, very much, and I think I might want to do it again. Number two,” I walked my fingers up the tattoos on his arm. “I like this. A lot.”
He looked down at it, like he was just noticing it for the first time. Then he reached for the bottom of his t-shirt, pulling it up over his head so I could get a better look at his chest—in all its muscular, colorful glory.
Oh, my God. The full reality of it hit me just then. I’d been fucked by this God among men. Fully. And he’d O’d me twice in what had to have been record time.
From the smug way he was smiling, I got the feeling he was used to bringing women to their knees.
But I didn’t want to think about other women. I wanted to think about me.
I slid my panties down off my legs and tossed them across the room. I pushed him down onto the mattress and threw a leg over him, straddling him.
It leveled the playing field, surprising him again.
I loved the way our skin met—mine, pale, porcelain and unblemished; his tanned, weathered and callused. He wrapped his arms around my waist, ran his hands under my tank-top, stopping at the small of my back.
I ground my pussy into his cock, feeling it twitch to life again. That surprised him even more. He closed his eyes and let out a breath. “You are a fucking wild child. And I like that very much.”
And then he leaned in to kiss me, very gently, almost chastely.
I already knew I loved kissing him. I didn’t know how many men I’d kissed before with beards, but it couldn’t have been very many. I loved the feel of it. The tickle. The gentle scratch. It was manly, rugged, and hot. And, when he’d gone down on me? Definite bonus points for the beard.
His face turned dark. He stared into my eyes and said, “Tell me. Why were you so scared before, Liv?”
“Oh.” I stiffened at the thought. “I had a dream. A memory. Of that night.”
“And?”
“I remembered what I was doing. It was my father’s birthday and I guess we were having a party. I’d forgotten the cake. I went out to get it and I had a feeling someone was watching me. And then they grabbed me.” I tried to keep calm, but I could feel my heart rate rising as I recalled the helplessness of it all. I tightened my hands around Nix’s neck. “And they put me in the trunk.”
His eyes narrowed. He tightened his grip on me, too. “Did you see who it was?”
“No,” I murmured, thinking. “But I did see a motorcycle jacket, like the one you had. And that’s why I thought it was you.”
“A jacket like mine? Did it have a patch on the back?”
“I’m not really sure. I didn’t get a good look at it. But there were flames, I think.”
He shifted on the mattress. “Hell’s Fury.”
Something in his eyes told me he knew exactly what or who that was. But I’d never heard of it. “What? You know them?”
He nodded, and I could feel his body tense under me. “They’re another bike club in Aveline Bay. They’re bad news.”
“Worse news than people who steal cars?”
His eyes clouded. “Yeah. Much worse.”
“What do they want with my father? With me?”
He shrugged. Then he lifted me off his lap and set me down on the mattress. Pushing off the bed, he zipped up his jeans and walked bare-chested to the dresser, where he reached for his phone. “Don’t know. I’ve got to call Cullen.”
I stared at him. Was he forgetting me? That soon?
He must have seen the worry on my face, though, because he swooped in and gave me another kiss, letting out a little “Mmm” as he separated from me. “Don’t go anywhere.”
I smiled. “Last time I checked, I’m trapped here.”
“Good. Then I’ve got you right where I want you.”
Chapter Eleven
Phoenix
Cullen answered on the second ring. “Hey,” I said as I walked into the kitchen. The scent of fast-food hit my nostrils, making my mouth water. I remembered the bag of food I’d picked up from Jack-in-the Box. I opened the bag, stuffed a few fries into my mouth before turning into the living room of my apartment and sinking down onto the sofa. “The guys still there?”
“Nope. I’d wanted you to go outside to cool down. Didn’t think you’d split,” he mumbled. “What the fuck was that all about?”
I could hear the roar of wind, and seagulls in the distance, which told me he was probably out on his patio, the bastard, enjoying his view of the Pacific over those rocky cliffs.
“I had someplace to be.”
“Let me guess. Inside your girl’s pristine white panties?”
I pressed my lips together. He was more right than he knew. Actually, he knew how right he was, which was why he was club president. Wiser than fucking Gandalf, and a hell of a lot cockier too.
Trying to keep my mind off of Liv and her perfect ass, I said, “Come on, man. Listen.”
“So I’m right,” he muttered. “If I’m not right, tell me you got rid of her. I want to hear those words.”
“Man,” I protested.
He knew I didn’t lie to my brothers.
“Are you fucking her?”
Fuck. I couldn’t even tell a lie on that one.
He let out a sigh of disappointment. “You know you are in for some serious shit, man. And I don’t like the idea of you dragging the Cobras into it.”
“I know, I know,” I muttered. “I’ll deal with the consequences on my own, if need be. But I can’t let this go. It’s Hell’s Fury, Cullen.”
“What? How can you be—”
“She finally remembered part of that night. She saw the men who threw her into the car. She described the patch to me,” I said.
There was a long moment of silence. “Fuck.”
“Yeah. So please tell me we’re not going to let this go. There’s no way we can now.”
“We should,” he said. “I don’t get what kind of game they’re playing at. We’ve been doing really good pretending they don’t exist, and they’ve been doing the same to us.”
I looked around and found a half-empty pack of Marlboros. I took one and lit it up, inhaling deeply. “But we can’t, now.”
“Because your sorry ass had to go and get involved with a girl.” He let out a long sigh. “That’s stupid shit, Nix. And I don’t know if I want to risk my club because you went and lost your head.”
I ran my hand through my hair and looked up to see Liv standing in the hallway, staring at me. Her nipples popping through the lacy tank-top, the gauzy, short skirt that barely grazed her mid-thigh, she looked sweet and sexy, all wrapped up in one fuckable package.
She licked her lips, and my cock twitched.
I dragged on the cigarette, then exhaled really slow.
“Then don’t make the decision yourself. Call the guys together and let them make it,” I said, staring at her. “But whatever is decided, I’m doing this. Even if I have to do it alone.”
Liv tossed her hair over her shoulder and raised an eyebrow. She mouthed, “Everything okay?”
I nodded at her, desperate to show her just how okay things were. I pointed to the food on the counter and mouthed to her to help herself. She looked at it for only a second before her big eyes trailed back to me.
“All right,” Cullen finally said. “Be at my place in twenty minutes so you can plead your case. Don’t be late, asshole.”
“Yeah. Twenty minutes.”
I ended the call and threw my phone down on a cushion as Liv padded barefoot across the room and curled up next to me. I threw my head back and stared at the ceiling, ru
bbing my tired face. I took another drag of my cigarette “There are fries and burgers over there if you want them. You’ve got to be hungry.”
She shook her head. “What did they say? Is something wrong?”
I looked at her, then wrapped an arm around her, pulling her to me. She knelt on the couch, and I lifted her skirt. No panties. Good girl.
I ran a finger up her thigh, until I came to the place where her legs met, parting her pussy lips with great interest. She sucked in a breath and made a noise that told me she loved it. “How can you fucking even ask that, when I have this?”
She closed her eyes, leaning into my touch. “I’m just worried about it. Do you have to go somewhere?”
I shook my head, dropped her skirt, and took the front hem of her tank top in my hand, drawing her forward. “Not until I’ve had you again.”
A sexy smile spread over her face. She stood, kissing me on the lips, and then moved so that her legs were against my knees. “What if I have you first?”
She reached for the button on my jeans, unsnapped it with one hand, and drew down the zipper. Then, kneeling in front of me, she started to wiggle my jeans down over my hips.
So she wanted me naked. I had no objections. I helped her along, raising my ass as she slid my jeans down.
She stopped at my boots, and carefully untied and removed each one. Then she slipped my jeans off of my legs.
Naked on the couch, I watched her, wondering just what she had planned.
Eyes never leaving mine, she spread my legs wider and knelt in front of me, lifting my cock. She planted a kiss on the tip, gave it a few good pumps with her fist, and then, with pleasure on her face, took my entire hardening prick into her mouth.
Holy, fucking Christ on a cracker.
I wasn’t going to let her get away with that. As she sucked, licked, tasted my entire length, not leaving any spot unexplored, I reached down and lifted her skirt, sliding my finger against her clit.
She grabbed my dick harder, jerking a little as I teased her. Her hands went to my balls, gently caressing them, and then she licked those, too, taking them into her mouth one after the other, tongue swirling in gentle circles. They tightened, and I felt myself careening full-speed toward another orgasm. She slurped and licked hungrily, as if she’d been starved for me.
