Honey Whiskey (A Bastards MC Novel) (12 page)

He picked me up and my back hit
the wall before I even realized we’d moved. His hands skimmed down
my hips, onto my ass, and then to the underside of my thighs,
pulling me as close to him as I could get while he was still fully
clothed. I wrapped my legs around his waist, desperate for contact.
His mouth moved up my neck, his tongue drawing a line and his lips
blowing on it, his beard tickling me—the combination sent shivers
down my spine and made my muscles clench.

I tangled my fingers in his hair,
trying to pull his head back, needing to kiss his lips. He was
stronger though, and he continued his tantalizing journey—lapping,
blowing, and sometimes nibbling—up to my ear and back down onto the
front of my neck. Helpless to do anything else, I rocked my center
against his jeans, the denim providing just enough friction to make
me moan.

He ran the tip of his nose back up
my neck, onto my face, and his mouth closed over mine, claiming me.
All too soon, he pulled away, releasing me and backing up. My feet
were not ready to hold me, and I leaned against the wall, confused.
He grinned as he looked me over once more. “Fucking
amazing.”

Shrugging off his jacket, he let
the leather drop stiffly to the floor before he reached over his
shoulders and grabbed his shirt, yanking it over his head. I
inhaled, appreciating the view. While I had packed on the pounds,
Matty had apparently exercised his stress away. He’d always had a
fit runner’s body—muscular in all the right places with a six pack
and that V that drove me crazy. Now, all of him was toned and
well-defined. Thick peck muscles rippled with every move he made,
his abs belonged on a model, and even his stomach looked like it
would feel like solid rock. Amazed at the differences, my fingers
ached to touch him and explore this new Matty.

I’d forgotten how beautiful the
art on his body was. The words "Only God Can Judge Me," above a
heavily shaded cross were on his right peck. Below it, there was an
odd drawing that I had never asked him about. A giant anchor
started right below his breastbone and stretched over the middle of
his stomach. A large angel, hands clasped and head hung in prayer,
filled up his left side. Above it, a Claddagh covered his heart,
surrounded by tribal knots that wove up his shoulder and down his
arm into a half sleeve. I’d only gotten a few of the backstories,
but the pictures made me want to know why he chose the things he
had. I skimmed each tattoo quickly as he unbuttoned his jeans and
kicked them off, realizing a moment later that I could see my
favorite tattoo because he was just as naked as I was. I tore my
eyes away from the words "Suck My" on his pubic bone, moving up the
rest of him. All my insecurities snuck back in as I saw him in all
of his glory. I didn’t know how I could ever be enough for this
Greek God.

His gaze darkened as I met his
eyes, as if he knew exactly what I was thinking. Before I could do
anything, he reached down, eyes still on mine, and wrapped a hand
around his gloriously large erection. He moved his hand up and
down, slowly pumping himself.

“
Look at me, Jo.” Growly and deep,
his voice held a command that I couldn’t disobey. "Watch me." I
glanced down, fascinated as his thumb swirled over his tip. “You do
this to me. Every fuckin’ time I think about you. I’m hard for
hours. Watching you strip off your clothes, knowing that it was for
me…” he trailed off as he went back to the slow pumping, “drives me
fucking nuts.” I swallowed, not sure if I should reach out and
touch him. “Get on the bed, Joes.”

I didn’t hesitate, didn’t think
twice. I don’t remember climbing up, lying down on my back, or
Matty crawling up behind me. It all happened so fast. He laid down
next to me, his head propped on an elbow next to my mine. He smiled
down at me, a small sexy smile that grew into a giant seductive
grin as his free hand traced circles around my belly
button.

Slowly his hand drifted lower,
running over the curve of my stomach and down onto the top of my
thigh. “So fuckin’ soft.” Bending his head over mine, he nipped at
my bottom lip. “Open for me.” As I moved my legs apart, giving him
access to my most secret spot, his lips pressed against
mine.

Fingers, light as feathers,
tickled down the inside of my leg and then up to my folds. A thumb
found my clit, massaging in a slow circular motion, and I moaned
into his mouth. He smiled against my lips in response and pushed
his cock against my leg so I could feel just how hard he
was.

He shifted his entire body down,
face level with my chest. Keeping his thumb moving in a steady
pace, he kissed a trail from one nipple down the valley and up to
the other. Expecting him to bite me, I was surprised when he sucked
the hardened point into his mouth while his other hand gently
fondled my other breast.

Pinching and pulling at the
nipple, making me cry out, he smirked. “God, I fucking love the
noises you make.”

Moving over me so that our feet
were tangled together and his torso was pressed into mine, he
whispered, “I need to taste you.” His thumb was still teasing my
clit as he growled. “I’m gonna lap every inch of you and eat your
pussy until you beg me to stop.”

Before I could process his words, he slid down
the length of my body. I gasped and arched my body in surprise as
he nuzzled his bearded chin against the sensitive skin on my inner
thigh. Taking advantage of my reaction, he moved his mouth onto me,
swirling his tongue gently around my clit. I grabbed his hair,
pulling handfuls as I moaned.

One hand joined his tongue, adding
pressure, before he pushed a finger into me, finding that special
spot almost immediately and making me cry out again. He added a
second finger, and my muscles automatically clenched around him as
his tongue and lips worked over my upper core. He sucked my clit
into his mouth, letting it go only to lick it roughly with his
tongue.

His other hand grabbed a nipple,
twisting and pulling, and I realized I wasn't going to last long.
There were fireworks behind my closed eyelids, and I started to
pant, mumbling incoherent words, but it felt so good that I
couldn't think straight. “Oh, God! Matty,” I pled when I found my
voice. His only answer was a chuckle that sent vibrations through
my extremely sensitive area, making me gasp again.

Lifting his head for a minute,
while his fingers continued to thrust inside me and yank on the
opposite nipple, he found my eyes and commanded, “Come for me,
baby. I want to taste how much you want me.” Putting his tongue
back on me, he increased the pressure as he lapped up and down.
That was all it took for me to tumble over the edge.

“Oh, my God, I love your tongue!”
I gasped over and over as I fell apart, making him laugh. He stayed
propped between my thighs while I rode out my entire orgasm,
lapping and sucking until I had nothing more to give. I tried to
push him away because I couldn’t handle anymore, but he wouldn’t
let me. After a few excruciating minutes, and lots of begging from
me, he sat back on his knees and pulled his fingers out. I was
wrecked. I might not be an expert, but there was no denying that
Matty not only knew how to go down on a girl, he excelled at
it.

I watched as he put his fingers in
his mouth sucked them clean. My face flushed scarlet when I
realized what he was doing, and he smirked back in response. “I
love how you taste.”

He moved quickly, leaning above me
once more, kissing me as he pushed into me agonizingly slow,
letting me feel every inch of his hardness. “Fuck! You feel so
good!” His lips moved against mine, nipping and licking as my hands
pulled on him, trying to get him to hurry. I needed him to fuck me
hard, and I needed him to do it right now.

He pulled out just as slowly, and
I growled in frustration. He moved his mouth next to my ear and
chuckled. “Something wrong, babe?”

“
Matty…please!” I could hear the
desperation in my voice.

He bit my ear, whispering, “Always
so greedy!” Then pushed himself onto his knees, grabbing my legs
and moving them to his shoulders. Every thought I had disappeared
when he started to move quickly, pounding into me over and over. My
sounds of pleasure joined the sound of flesh slapping against flesh
and Matty’s panting and moans. I was desperate to touch him, to
drag my fingernails over his back, but every time I reached out,
he’d shake his head and grin.

“Come on, baby. Let go. Give me
all of you.” He never broke from his rhythm and it was too much, I
couldn’t handle the intensity. “Joes!” he growled, “I can’t wait.”
He bit his lip and adjusted his angle, but didn’t slow down. I
tightened my muscles against him, squeezing him. “Christ, woman,"
his voice broke, "I fuckin’ love you!”

Hearing those words on his lips, I let go,
giving him everything I had to give. “I love you, Matty!” I cried
out as I exploded, clenching against him. He swore again,
collapsing on top of me, still pumping. His hands grabbed my hair,
tilting my head back roughly and his lips captured mine. I dug my
nails into his back and wrapped my legs around his hips. He came
with a hiss of pleasure, and as his thrusts slowed to a stop, he
didn’t pull out. I hugged him tight, not wanting him to ever move.
I ran my fingertips up his sweat soaked back. “I missed you so
much!” My voice was no more than an exhausted mumble, but I had to
tell him. "I can't live without you, Matty. Promise you'll never
leave." I couldn’t keep my eyes open to hear his
response.

Chapter 12

Matty

I needed to rest. My body
was begging me to lie back, close my eyes, and
drift off into the void that only sleep could bring. I
couldn’t give in, though. I didn’t have much time before I had to
get up and leave her. Once I was gone, I would never get this
moment back. I’d be damned if I was going to lose it. We both
needed it too much for me to let go. I trailed my fingertips over
the roundness of her hip, enjoying the feeling of her warm, soft
skin.

She sighed softly in slumber—a
satisfied, happy sound that put my mind at ease. She was right here
next to me. She was safe. I hadn’t planned on fucking her
senseless. I’d just needed to see her, hold her in my arms, and
make sure that she was ok. From the moment I’d left, she’d never
been far from my thoughts, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to
function this week if I went straight home.

The second she’d taken off
her shirt, though, there was no other option. I had to have her.
The fearful look in her eyes when she turned to me almost killed
me. That look said so much. It was as if she expected me to take
one look at her beautiful body and criticize her curves or even
walk away. It told me that she was still unsure of my feelings for
her. I wasn’t even close to acting like the fucking douche she’d
been married to, but he’d done one fuck of a number on her
self-esteem. I knew at that moment that there was no way in hell I
was leaving tonight. No, I was going to stay and show her how much
I fuckin’ love every single inch of her. Now that she was finally
asleep, I knew that I should join her. I was fucking exhausted.
It’d been a long week.

The last few days had been nothing
new for us. For almost twenty years, we'd made it our job to chase
down scumbags before they could get themselves off the grid. There
was no planning for it. We never knew how long we’d be gone, so we
never knew when we’d be back. When we got the call, we packed our
shit and left.

For over a month now, we’d had feelers out.
That was when Wiz had gotten a police report about an abused child
in critical condition. Mom had dropped him off at the hospital and
gone on the run with her sleazy ass loser boyfriend. Stupid fucking
cunt. Any woman that hurt her child, or allowed someone else to do
it, deserved whatever punishment we’d give.

Before the police could issue a
public statement, Rocker had called our other charters and every
affiliated club while Wiz had faxed and emailed their pictures and
details of the assault. They’d been able to hide, which meant
someone was helping them. When the main stream media picked up the
story, the general public wanted blood, and we knew it would be
only a matter of time before someone saw them. When they did, we’d
be there.

And, we had. With a few hours
head’s up, we’d gotten the information from the BOLO before the ‘Be
On the Look Out’ flyer went nationwide. We knew what car they were
in, had a license plate number, and had a good idea of where they
were headed. The fuckers thought that their biggest fear was the
police and that the worst thing that would happen was dealing with
other scum in prison. They were wrong. They should have been
terrified.

If they knew about us, about what we would do
to them when we found them, then more abusers would turn themselves
in before we got to them. I hoped one day that the idea of us would
scare parents straight. Or, that one day, even in a blind rage, the
name ‘Bastards’ would halt a batterer’s fists. Until that day, we’d
hunt them down like the animals they are. And I would enjoy the
fear I saw in their eyes when they realized what was about to
happen.

It had taken us longer than I
wanted, but we’d finally caught up with them on I-95 in Maryland.
When the group of our bikes drove up next to them, they’d blatantly
ignored us. As I realized they would probably get off at the next
exit, the rage grew. When I swerved in front of the car, making Mom
slam on her brakes, the only thoughts in my head were of her
four-year-old. Half the guys stayed next to her, making it
impossible for her to move into the next lane, half followed me,
and with our truck behind her, she had no other option but to
stop.