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Authors: Nicole Snow
Bitter Kind of Love: Prairie Devils MC Romance (Outlaw Love) (32 page)
We had all night to climb into bed and do this slow and sensual. But with time our side, that shit could wait.
What we needed right now was a quick, savage fuck, with her bent over beneath me while I shook her body, balls deep in her tight warmth.
“Don't bullshit me, baby. I know what my fiancee wants when her nips are this hard.” I reached up and shoved away one bra cup, tweaking the hard little pebble in my fingers.
Alice gasped, grinding her ass into my crotch. Caught her playing coy red handed, and it was pure fucking heaven.
I let her rise, just enough to help shake off the dress. When she raised her feet, I gently swept it aside, grabbing her sweet thighs and holding them apart.
All the modesty flew out the big glass window overlooking the neon lit city when I sank to my knees, tonguing down the small of her back. Fuck, she tasted good, every bare inch of her skin.
Alice gasped, stretching her arms out on the bed high above her head. Her legs started to shake the second I hit one knee and started rising, moving to her panties, soaked and ready to be ripped away so I could tuck into the sweetness they hid.
Christ, she was wet, and her scent drove me a little more crazy each time I breathed in. I wrapped my arm around her legs tight while my teeth went for the waistband above her ass, tearing it straight to her ankles in a jerk a wild animal would've been proud of.
“Oh, God...”
That's right, baby,
I thought.
Better let it out now. Those are the last words you're gonna say before all you can do is scream.
My dick was leaking pre-come all over my own fabric. I ignored the greedy steel throbbing between my legs a little while longer, diving into her pussy, spreading her open with two tense fingers.
Hot, wet cream bathed my tongue. I licked straight through her folds, loving the way her ass bounced near my head the harder I stroked, feeling her cheeks go taut when I hit her clit.
Bingo.
My mouth drew her nub in, holding it ransom for my tongue, 'til she let go and found her sweet release. When her sweet knees began to shake in my hands, I knew it wasn't far off.
Go on, baby,
I thought, mouth too full of the best pussy in the world to speak.
Come for me. Come your fucking brains out.
I heard the sheets rustling through her moans. She must've been clawing them something fierce, struggling to hold on before her body went nova.
No mercy. No holding back. I ate her like she was the best damned thing I'd never tasted.
Best of all, I didn't have to try, because it was no fucking joke. No lie. Every bit of this was real, from shoving my ring on her finger earlier, to laying her flesh out for the most passionate loving bleeding out my soul.
“Just a little longer,” she moaned breathlessly. “Sting – fuck!”
Her hips rolled backward and I held her tight, forcing her to stay open, quickening my tongue lashes. Baby girl rocketed straight into the ether, losing herself in my licks, seizing up as sheer ecstasy lit her nerves on fire.
I couldn't stop smiling as I lapped through her climax, knowing I had a lifetime of this ahead.
It took her a couple minutes to stop shuddering and catch her breath. When she finally did, I kissed my way up, standing and laying one hand on her back.
The insatiable fuck between my legs was finally gonna get what he needed. I popped her bra and squeezed her tits, making her roll her bare ass against me, enjoying the friction for a couple hot seconds as my dick ballooned to full hardness.
“I'm gonna fuck you now, Alice. First fuck wearing my ring. You stay right here, with me, and let it all go, just like we did on the dance floor, baby. You ready for that?”
“What aren't I ready for with you?” She said, giving a little nod.
I smiled. Good girl. My hips rocked against hers one more time, loving how she gasped when my cock teased her cheeks.
My fingers worked fast. These fucking clothes were long overdue to get lost. I dropped everything, kicking outta my jeans and boxers last, then pressed my cock to her ass to savor her warmth.
She bobbed eagerly, grinding her little ass into me.
Fuck, fuck, fuck...
My hand shot up, caught her hair, and fisted it at the same time I sank into her. Started pushing into her with long, ferocious strokes, pounding so deep my balls clapped her sweet flesh. Her ass cheeks rippled each time I drove deep, claiming her pussy, crazed as the first time I ever fucked it.
Hearing her moan, lost in total fire, was all the approval I needed. I fucked her like my wife, my old lady.
Tender. Rough. Intense.
Deep, too – especially goddamned deep.
One fine day I'd pump a live load into her after she went off birth control and get our first kid cooking in her womb. I couldn't wait to have a family. Sure, we'd both had fucked up childhoods, but we'd learned enough tough lessons to know how to do it right.
I didn't doubt that shit for a single second.
We fucked and rocked and sweated, her whimpering and propping herself up on her toes. I breathed in her ear, telling her to come on my dick, leaning back so I could watch my brand bob as she sank down around my cock again and again.
Fuck, I'd never get tired of seeing PROPERTY OF STINGER scrawled there. Just like I wouldn't get sick of seeing the new ring on her finger.
Almost as sweet as hearing her tense up and call my name. Close, yeah, but fuck hearing her gasp and explode had no competition. It always won, and it always fucking would too.
“Sting! Come with me. I want you, Lucas.
Fill me.
”
No ifs, ands, or even fucking buts about that. When I heard her beg for my come, I went ballistic, turning to molten energy, nothing but the fire crackling in my balls.
She started to come a second ahead of me, and I fucking lost it. I bared my teeth, growling, deepening my thrusts so hard they shook the bed through her body. I hammered in tight, held my swelling cock to her womb, and flooded her pussy.
Nothing compared to coming in this woman. Nothing.
Riding into the setting sun on my bike was close, but even that shit didn't give me half the carefree fire I got when I jerked on top of her, staking my claim the deepest, most primal way a man can.
Every romp seemed better than the last, but this one was off the fucking charts. No exaggeration. Her legs pulsed against mine, and she gasped and moaned beneath me, her grunts matching mine as our bodies gushed, truly spending themselves.
It was a beautiful relief just to be done, to be free from that rabid need to empty my balls inside her for a few fucking seconds. Shame it wouldn't last long – maybe five or ten minutes tops.
Hell, shame she was
killing me
, day by day, one hour full of fucking at a time. This old lady was gonna make me draw my last breath someday with her name on my lips, and I was okay with that.
I pulled out, smiling as I wiped my dick and watched her roll, gliding back on the bed to make room for me. Right between her legs was a natural spot for me to take when we started up again, and I held myself there, running my stubble along her neck, kissing a hot path to her lips.
“Sting?”
“Yeah, baby?” I said, loving the sunset in her eyes when she looked up at me.
“Can you believe all the crap we've been through brought us here? Sometimes, when I start to think...I just can't believe it. There were so many times I almost gave up. I almost lost you.”
Her voice was strained. We'd been through the wringer emotionally today. Understandable.
Still, I'd be damned if I was gonna let her crack now and dwell on melancholy shit when we had a whole night of fucking ahead.
“Yeah. I can believe it all, girl, because we fucking lived it. All the shit we had to suffer: Beth...the Rams...putting down those Slinger assholes...it led us here because what we've got tonight was meant to be. I'm a big believer in fate, baby, even when it seems like the whole damned universe won't stop spitting in our faces.”
She nodded, looking a little unsure.
“You'll come around,” I said. “All the years we've got ahead are gonna make all the shit behind us into a distant memory. When you think about it one day with your awesome art trophies and our kids running around, it's gonna make everything we've got that much sweeter. Don't take my word for it, baby. Just keep on loving my crazy ass.”
She laughed, giving my chest an energetic slap. “Couldn't quit if I tried. I don't think art galleries and cities hand out
trophies
either.”
I laughed, eyeing her tits, feeling my hardness returning. “Baby, you know I love every bit of you – especially that sassy fucking mouth. But I love it even more when it's on mine, doing the next best thing to razzing shit up.”
Alice giggled. I was determined to silence that music with another kiss, but she turned away, teasing me with her legs rubbing on mine.
“I love you too, Stinger. Love you and your club. I don't care if we've got to wade through twice the crap – nothing's going to change that. Nothing.”
Finally. I kissed her hard, sinking my hips lower between her legs. I didn't need to hear what came outta her sweet lips to believe her. When we fused together, I found all the peace and reassurance I'd ever need for the rest of my life in her pink warm sweetness.
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id I have regrets?
Not until I saw him behind the glass and heard the chains rustling on his huge arms. For a man his size, handcuffs weren't enough.
The bastards put two hulking sets of medieval looking irons on his wrists, and it still looked like he'd break right through them if he flexed his arms. His legs were just as anchored, bound as his wrists, but not in any way that would really be able to contain this giant. If he'd wanted, one kick would've snapped the rusty links scraping the floor between his ankles.
But what would've been the point?
Tank was done running. He'd proven that in spades last week when he killed to protect me.
The guilt stung, and I lowered my eyes, focusing on my hands before his eyes could focus on me.
He'd reached the end of the line. Just like me.
Lust made us lovers, and murder made us more, bound together in a pact of blood I thought was only meant for Tank and his brothers.
Wrong? Hell yes. Regrets? No, no,
fuck no.
Nothing but one. I signed myself to him in blood and sin, and I'd do it all over again just for one more crushing taste of his lips.
The sole thing I regretted was seeing those chains bulging around his rock hard muscle and the ratty orange jumpsuit one size too small for his skin.
We'd reached the end of the line, but at least we were here together. Now, there was nothing left to do but face justice. For him, it was the dingy prison and the solemn faced judges. My justice was all
him,
a heavily tattooed god who'd broken my world and pieced it back together again as he damn well pleased, harder than anything I'd imagined but oh-so-worth-it.
The thick glass between us felt like nothing. It was no match for the raging fire in his eyes. I looked up, trying not to see my own guilt inscribed on his gorgeous ink, the same massive arms he'd used to split a monster's skull open.
I was the reason he killed, the reason he was in here now. And if things were really as fucked up as they seemed, I was the reason he'd be stuck here until he was old and gray, too withered to ride a Harley.
How could I even begin to speak? It would've been better to rip out my heart out and sling it against the glass, savage beating proof that I owed him my life, my love, my soul?
If only it were so easy to pull it out! My heart throbbed so tight in my chest I thought the surging blood flow up my head would cause me to black out in front of him.
My words were obliterated, and they didn't start to return until he was fully seated. I swallowed hard. The bruises and scrapes on his face were still there, only halfway faded, brutal reminders of the damage he'd suffered, a sacrifice that said more than a thousand
I love yous
ever would.
Of course, he'd never flinch at physical pain. Dents and scratches never fazed him, and I wasn't sure mortal wounds did either. Hell, he was so fearless and hard headed he probably didn't care about the real punishment that was only beginning, the imprisonment away from everything he loved.
I wasn't so strong. The crappy orange jumpsuit wrapped around his muscles burned my heart a thousand times worse than my eyes, turned it to ashes when I wondered how much life he'd forfeit in a shoebox cell.
