by Evie Monroe
The second I started to come, he grabbed my hips in his big hands and steadied me, forcing me up against his hard body as I shuddered, the ripples coursing through me. He let out a growl as I felt his warmth pouring inside me. His body tensed around me, and as I started to relax and open my eyes, I found his eyes, as dark and penetrating as ever, zeroed in on me.
He slipped out of me and leaned back. He pulled my legs off his shoulders, disentangled his head from the cage he’d made for himself out of my leggings, and lifted me so that my ass was back on the couch. His come dripped down my thighs as I dragged them together and looked around for my discarded shirt. He tucked his cock back into his underwear as he stood up, still gazing hotly at me.
“You are one hot piece, Dr. Benson,” he said with a smug little grin.
I was still quivering, head to toe, unable to reply. I was almost jealous with how quickly he’d recovered. My head was still reeling, like my whole world had been rocked and dismantled, and I was still waiting to be put back together again.
I stood up, my knees wobbling. Still couldn’t find my t-shirt. I must’ve looked like a wreck, covered in his come, hair messed, tired as hell. Now the daylight was coming in through the blinds, shedding light on all my imperfections. And yet . . . there was Jet, looking as gorgeous and magazine-cover worthy as ever in nothing but his boxers. Even with the bandages across his stomach, he was sexy. It just wasn’t fair.
I covered my breasts with my crossed arms and walked past him, carefully. “That poor little couch is on its last legs. Think I can get a bed?”
He stopped me by lifting my hair off my shoulder and leaning in, kissing and nuzzling my neck. He was so blatantly sexual that my nipples peaked and my cunt ached for him again, not two minutes after he’d made me come. His voice was low, teasing, vibrating inside my gut. “Hell yes, Dr. Benson. You definitely get a bed. As long as you’re willing to make room for me.”
He didn’t wait. He was on me from the moment I climbed the steps. He whirled me around roughly and crashed his mouth onto mine. He fisted my hair, feeding me his tongue, making me giddy with sensation. He cupped my ass and dipped his head and sucked on my nipples again, like he couldn’t get enough of them.
I weaved my hands through his hair and watched him, tonguing my nipples, eyes closed in rapture. It was the hottest sight. I reached down and pulled gently at his prick. He broke from showering attention on my breasts for only a second, to smile at me. Then, he went right back to it.
“You know, you can . . . probably build a summer home there . . . seeing as how you like them so much,” I suggested between gasps.
“Mmmm,” he said, pulling away from my nipple with a resounding smack. “I like all of you, Nora, baby. You want me to show you how much?”
I nodded. Like there was any other answer?
His tongue trailed down my breasts, over my abdomen, to my navel. He kissed me there, delivering nibbling nips with his teeth, then went lower, and lower, until he got to my pussy. He kissed each lip gently, even though I was sticky with his juices. His hand went between my legs, finding my clit, as he kissed the top of my mound. “I like this part of you, especially. Do you want me to be inside you again?”
I nodded vigorously now, slumping against the wall for support.
He stood to his full height, towering over me. Damn, he was so masculine, all tanned and cut and scarred, breathing hard, his pecs rising and falling. He leaned down and brought his mouth an inch from mine and stopped, teasing me. “Don’t nod. Speak. Tell me what you want.”
“You. Inside me. Again.”
I wasn’t even sure that was possible, but I was being driven mad by the want of him. Without warning, he reached down to scoop me into his arms. But I pointed to his bandage – the surgeon in me worrying about his incision. Together we stumbled up the stairs and into my bed. He turned me over, onto my abdomen, then finished removing my sneakers and leggings. He slipped a pillow under my head so that I could rest my shoulder there, then dug a hand under my stomach and lifted me onto my knees, then hooked his fingers under the straps of my panties and dragged them down my thighs.
I felt his fingers slipping through my wet lips, exploring inside me, teasing me. A thumb grazed my asshole, and my whole body pulsed from need. I looked over my shoulder and saw him lowering his jeans. Saw his big cock springing free, already hard again. I tilted my ass toward him, begging for it.
He fed his cock into me again, and I moaned out as he paused again, buried to the hilt inside me. He leaned over, biting on my neck. “Now,” he husked out, his voice rough and commanding. “I don’t give a shit who your neighbors are, or what time of morning it is. Fucking scream for me. Okay? Scream your little head off, baby. Let me hear how much you want me.”
And then he fucked me. And God, did I scream. I screamed, and cried out his name over and over again as we rocked back and forth, fucking each other like wild animals in heat.
Before long, we were bathing in each other’s sweat. It was dripping from my face. He yanked on my hair and didn’t stop, didn’t stop until my throat was hoarse and I was well and truly fucked. I came . . . once, then again, and when he finally came, I collapsed down on the bed, spent, feeling like a boneless heap underneath his muscled body.
He laid his body out next to mine across the bed, and I turned my head to receive a kiss from him. He looked even hotter, his chest slick with sweat like that, his dark eyes hooded with lust.
Splayed out, one arm behind a pillow, he looked like he belonged on my bed. I rolled him on his side since I couldn’t lie on top of him yet. But I could still feel all of him, flush against me. I rested my head against his shoulder and traced a finger over one of his nipples, then over the tattoos on his perfect chest.
I smiled up at him. “You’re pretty nice, Mr. Nash,” I said to him.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” he rasped out, twirling a lock of my hair on his finger.
I took his bandaged hand and kissed it lovingly, the fingers, the knuckles, the calluses until I started to yawn.
“You want to sleep?” he asked me after a while.
Actually, I wanted to fuck him again. Again and again and again. I honestly didn’t care that I’d said I loved him, and he hadn’t said it back. I’d never felt so content in my life. This was right. Taking care of him and being with him and being like this with him felt right.
He rolled me over to my side and fluffed a pillow under my head, stretching his arm under it, so that I was resting partially on his bicep. He reached a hand over my abdomen and dragged my ass against his cock, spooning me in the cocoon of his big, solid body. He slid a hand down the curve of my hip, resting it between my legs, and kissed the shell of my ear, the nape of my neck.
Oh, heaven.
I was so exhausted, I began to slip off into a most relaxing sleep.
But as I did, I felt his breath on my ear, and he whispered, “I love you, too, Nora.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Jetson
In the late afternoon, after we’d showered, I went out to get us take-out for dinner. Nora had unpacked enough boxes to find plates, so we ended up sitting at the kitchen island eating tacos together. As we finished the meal, my phone buzzed with a text, and she saw it before I did. It was from Cullen. Calling church.
“You have to go to the clubhouse, right?” she asked me.
I nodded.
“To figure out what to do with that Fury kid?”
Her forehead creased with worry. I reached over and took her hand. “Look. I promised you. I’ll do everything I can to keep us out of trouble. But we have to do something about the Fury.”
She nodded. “I know.”
I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her long and slow. “I’ll leave you to unpack the rest of these boxes.”
“Oh. Thanks,” she muttered across the island, balling a napkin and hurling it at my face. This time, she hit me square in the nose.
She burst into laughter.
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nbsp; “Oh, yeah? That the way you want to play it?” I started to come after her.
She moved to the other side of the island. I faked left, then moved right, snatching for her around the counter, missing by an inch. Her hair grazed my hand, and she shrieked and raced away.
I splayed my hands on the counter and prepared to charge. “You’re gonna get it,” I warned.
“Oooh, I’m scared,” she taunted.
I broke for it, rushed around the counter, and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her to me. She wiggled against me but eventually relented, standing on her tip-toes and melting into my kiss. I crushed her tits against my chest and palmed them, rubbing the pad of my thumb over her nipples through her camisole. They got rock-hard for me, and my mouth salivated with the need to tongue them. “I’ll be back soon. I need more of these.”
“I’ll be waiting!” she sang out as I reluctantly pulled myself away from her body.
After I tore myself from Nora, I rode my bike to the clubhouse, thinking of what I’d promised. I’d be good. For her. For once in my life, I wasn’t thinking about getting revenge on the Fury.
I was thinking about how I’d keep Nora safe.
I’d spent all my time in the Cobras wanting to show the Fury no mercy. So no one was more shocked than I was when I went into church, sat down, and told them I thought we should let the little Fury fucker live.
Cullen raised an eyebrow at me. “You feeling all right, Jet?”
Drake gave me a knowing nudge. “What, did the old ball and chain tell you that?”
I didn’t answer, which made him start to taunt me, but I cut him off. “Look. I think I have a better way.”
The kid, zip-tied to a chair in the corner of the warehouse, waited for his sentence with a sullen expression on his face. He was too far away to hear our conversation, but he watched us, anyway, with a mixture of fear and suspicion. He hadn’t moved much from last night, except now his head hung lower, and the circles around his eyes were darker.
“All right. We’ll get to that,” Cullen muttered. “First order of business is Slade.”
My ears pricked up. “What? They find him?”
“Police found him last night. It was all over the news. Haven’t heard so much as a buzz from the Fury, but I’m hoping them not retaliating on us yet is a good thing. But that’s not saying they won’t come after us anyway, even if they don’t think we’re responsible for Slade. They hate us, and we hate them, and this war ain’t over.”
We all nodded solemnly.
Cullen looked at me and said. “Second order of business.” He hooked his thumb over his shoulder, toward Joel.
The men leaned forward. “So tell us,” my brother said. “What is it? I’m pretty sure, Jet, that you’re the one who wanted to show the Fury no mercy just last night. So why should we let him live, knowing what he knows about us?”
I grabbed a pack of Marlboros off the table and tapped one out. I brought it to my lips. “Because we can use him. He’s worth more to us alive than dead.”
“How?” Zain asked.
“Simple. We turn him. To our side.”
The men looked from one to the other. Cullen shook his head. “Simple? How? That’s impossible.”
“It’s possible,” I said, pointing at Zain. “Zain—”
“In case you didn’t notice, we didn’t have Zain tied up in our clubhouse as our hostage all night before he defected to our side,” Cullen muttered. “This guy? Joel? He don’t like us very much. And I don’t blame him.”
“Plus,” Nix interjected. “Did you forget, baby brother? He was shooting at us.”
Zain looked over at the kid and stroked his chin. “I don’t know. It could work. It all depends on—”
“Look,” I said. “What do we know about him? He’s new to the area. Doesn’t even know his way around. Was off on his own. Doesn’t look like the Fury was taking good care of him. If we show him what it is to be in a real club, it could . . .”
“You know,” Zain said, clapping me on the back. “Jet has a point. The guys in the Fury were shits to me when I was prospecting. We could feel this kid out and see.”
I fist-bumped him. “I think we should. We should at least give it a chance,” I said, thinking of Nora as she’d said the same words to me.
The men nodded.
“All right. I mean, he is just a kid.” Hart added.
“All right,” I said, slamming my hands on the table. “Let’s vote and get this over with!” So I can get back to my girl, I added silently in my head.
Cullen gave me a look like, That’s my line, but nodded. “All right. Who’s for it?”
Zain, Nix, and I all raised our hands immediately. Drake and Hart followed.
Finally, Cullen lifted a finger. “Fine. We’ll just test him out first. But if it ain’t working, we come up with another plan.”
I smiled. Who knew? It actually felt good to show a little mercy.
“Gotta go, guys, I’ve got someplace to be.” I said as I kicked off the chair and walked towards the door.
“See you later, ladies.”
As I strapped my helmet on, I thought of what was waiting for me at home, and my heart pounded in my chest. She was the woman who’d shown me what mercy and selflessness were. The woman who’d saved me, made me a better person, and loved me more than I’d ever believed anyone could love me.
So it turned out, my brother was right. Falling in love wasn’t the end of the world.
No, it was just beginning. And I couldn’t have been happier. I tore off on my bike to get to Nora. The woman I loved.
The one person I truly fucking loved.
For now.
Forever.
~ T H E ~ E N D ~
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Hart
Steel Cobras MC
By Evie Monroe
Copyright © 2019 Evie Monroe and BookBoyfriends Publishing LLC
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Chapter One
Hart
The Steel Cobras stared at Jet like he’d grown a horn on his head.
Jetson “Show-No-Mercy” Nash, Steel Cobras’ Sargent at Arms, the kid who hated Hell’s Fury more than any of us.
Had he lost his fucking mind?
We were all on edge. It had been a shitty night. We’d gone out with plans to dispose of Slade’s body, the Hell’s Fury president we offed trying to save his daughter from his wrath. To make it work, we had to keep it under wraps, but a Hell’s Fury newbie had seen us. We couldn’t let him go and squeal on us, so we brought the skinny kid in as our hostage.
So Cullen, our Steel Cobras President, had called church with the purpose of finding out what the hell we were going to do with the dickhead, now that we had him tied up in our clubhouse.
My first thought? Kill him. We weren’t in the business of playing nice with the Fury. We weren’t running an orphanage here, especially for boys who’d made the mistake of choosing o
ur rival gang.
As long as I didn’t have his blood on my hands, I didn’t care. I had better things to do.
Of all the guys, I thought Jet would be most in agreement. For the past year, he’d been ready to go out killing, every time anyone even brought up the Hell’s Fury.
But in the past week, he’d changed. The rumor was, he was shacking up with a sweet little doctor. Leave it to our pretty-boy Jet to get a girl who was well above his pay grade. Now, he seemed almost . . . soft.
Maybe I didn’t hear him right. I pretended to clean out my ears, cupped my hand around the ear closest to him, and leaned in. “What did you just say?”
He shrugged. “I think we should let him live.”
Cullen had the same thought I did. We were all a little Twilight-Zoned out, especially since it was well after two in the morning. He raised an eyebrow at Jet. “You feeling all right, Jet?”
Drake, who was thick as thieves with Jet, the peanut butter to his jelly, gave him a knowing nudge and murmured, “What? Did the old ball and chain tell you that?”
Another thing I’d been thinking. Then again, it could’ve been his brush with death. He’d taken a bullet in the stomach during the raid at Slade’s place.
Jet just grinned. For our youngest officer, he had balls. Wasn’t afraid of ruffling feathers and getting in people’s faces. From the moment Phoenix, our Vice President, had introduced him to me as a prospect, I didn’t like him. Too cocky. Arrogant. And liable to get us all into trouble.
What could I say? I was the safest one in the club.
Which, in a bunch of yahoos like this, wasn’t saying much. But I calculated, thought things through. I didn’t like to play the odds.
Drake started to taunt him, and I joined in, just because the pretty-boy deserved it. I said something about him not wanting to break a fingernail, and Drake made the same comment about him not wanting to mess his hair up.
Usually, that got Jet riled, but now he just ignored us. Looked like that girl of his had finally made him a man.
