Tuck's Wrath (12 page)

“You know the power I have, even if I am running this shit-for-brains tittie bar.”

Tuck knew this club was only for a show, a front for what M really did, how he really made his money. The man was an extortionist, a man that was also into the sex-trafficking ring. That was how he’d known how to find Jana, and that was why Tuck had come here, because he knew M had connections that would get results faster than the Brothers could get. And now he was in this fucking deal with the devil himself, trying to make it right, but knowing he was screwed. The only way to stop this, to make M back down, was to kill him, and that would be hard seeing as M was protected like Fort-fucking-Knox.

“No, go on back to your little club, tell your prez that shit stays the same, and that I’ll be collecting on that favor soon enough. Sometimes having a biker club in my back pocket is a good damn thing, Boston.”

Tuck clenched his jaw. M might have connections, but there were things the club could do that would have M totally out of the line of fire. It would be a favor that put the club at risk, not only with the lives of the members, but also risking a lot of fire being rained down if they were caught. It would leave M completely out of the loop, out of the line of fire, and because of that Tuck reminded himself he’d fucked up royally.

“I hope it was worth it all, Boston,” M said and sat back down. “I hope that little cunt was worth putting your club out like that, betraying them, and having you crawl to me for help.”

Tuck didn’t respond, just turned and left, hearing M chuckling. It was worth it to have Jana with him, safe and healing, but now he’d have to clean this up, and he hoped the club wouldn’t have blowback that crippled it. 

Chapter Seventeen

“Are you sure about this?” Jana asked. She held Braden’s hand in hers, and stared up at Tuck. They’d just gotten out of his truck, and were currently standing in front of his daughter’s house, which was four hours away from River Run.

Tuck turned and faced her, cupped her cheeks, and leaned down to kiss her on the forehead. He moved his mouth to her ear, and whispered softly, “I don’t have a lot of things in my life that I hold dear, but two of the most important things I love are in that house, and two of the most important things that I love are right here.”

Her heart thundered at his words.

“I want you to meet my son and daughter, and I want them to meet the woman and little boy that are now my world.” Tuck kissed her on the forehead again, and got down on his haunches in front of her son.

Braden looked at him, his big blue eyes even wider as he took in the size of Tuck. Over the last week or so she’d been trying to get Braden comfortable with the idea of Tuck in their lives. Her son was a strong, resilient little man, and had taken to Tuck right away. But there were still times he was so shy. All of this would take time, and they’d have to go slow with him.

“You ready to have some fun?” Tuck asked and ruffled Braden’s dark hair.

Her son nodded, but moved behind her leg some more.

“I know you’re probably scared to meet new people, but inside that house are my little girl and little boy. Well, they’re not so little anymore, but they used to be your age, and they were afraid of meeting new people, too.”

He moved out from behind her leg. “They were?” Braden asked softly.

Tuck nodded. “They were. I wish I had been there to help them through that fear … but I wasn’t.”

“Why not?” Braden asked in a soft voice again.

“Braden, honey—”

“No, it’s okay, sweetheart,” Tuck said and looked up at her, a smile on his face. He looked back at Braden. “I wasn’t the best dad to them, missed out on a lot of time, but I’m trying to make up for that.”

Braden looked at the house again, then up at her, and when he looked at Tuck he smiled. “Okay, I’m not so scared now.”

Tuck grinned, stood, and grabbed Braden’s other hand. “You’re a brave little man,” Tuck said, ran his hand over her son’s head, and her heart melted right then and there.

They made their way up to the front of the house, and before they could knock the front door was opening, and a younger woman, probably not much older Jana, was standing on the other side. She stared at Tuck, then turned her attention to Jana and Braden. The tension was a little high, but then when the woman smiled, her resemblance to Tuck strong, Jana felt an ease settle inside of her.

“You must be Jana and Braden,” the woman said, and bent down to look at Braden. “Wow, you look like your mama.”

That had Jana smiling.

The woman smiled again, held her hand out, and grinned even wider. “I’m Aspen, and welcome.”

Jana took the woman’s offered hand, and then Aspen turned to her dad, gave him a hug, and Jana was so happy to see that there wasn’t any awkwardness between them. It was hard enough that Tuck had to live with the fact he didn’t believe he had been a good father. To see that his daughter embraced him, and loved him for the good man he really was, made Jana immensely happy.

They stepped inside of the house, and she smelled the scent of vanilla and chicken. It was a strange combination, but strangely comforting. The sound of people talking in the kitchen led them into that room, and Braden held onto her hand tighter. Tuck reached out, grabbed her hand again, which he’d let go when he embraced Aspen. She smiled, loving that this man didn’t care if showing affection might make him look weak to his biker brothers, or anyone else for that matter. He just didn’t care, and she loved him so much for that.

“Leif, this is Jana, Dad’s…” Aspen looked at her, and her cheeks turned red, as if she were embarrassed that she didn’t know what to call Jana in reference to being with her father.

Jana looked at Tuck, but saw he was already watching her, a smile on his face. “Just Tuck’s. Jana is Tuck’s.”

Her heart skipped a beat at those words.

Aspen groaned, and that had everyone laughing.

“Hey, I’m Leif.” Tuck’s son came forward, and Jana was surprised at how identical he looked to his father. “This is my girlfriend, Marianne.”

The young woman came forward, flour on her cheeks and her smile wide. “Pleasure to meet you. I hope you all are hungry, because I’ve been cooking all day.” Marianne smiled wider, and pointed them to the table.

For the next few hours Jana enjoyed being around Tuck’s family. Hearing his children talk about their lives, about the good memories they had with Tuck, had her feeling so happy for her rough biker. He was so hard on himself, and although she knew he’d had these two children with a woman he hadn’t been in love with, but one that had taken care of his kids when he’d been deep in drugs, told Jana that he did have a good heart. If he didn’t he wouldn’t have cared what happened to them, or if he ever saw them again.

Braden warmed up fast to everyone, and when Leif told him he had a collection of trains when he was Braden’s age, well, her son hadn’t even looked back as he raced out of the room. She was glad the past hadn’t harmed her son, glad that William hadn’t taken his childhood away. It wasn’t just that everything had fallen down before it righted itself, it was that she’d found a home amongst men that had frightened her at first, and a town that had been so new to her she’d just wanted to run away again.

She looked at Tuck, watched as he laughed and talked with Aspen and Marianne, and fell in love with him all over again. God, did she love him, and she was so glad he was in her life. Before she’d thought she was strong, knew that if the time called for it she’d be able to handle herself and take care of her son, but having Tuck with her made her feel stronger, like she could conquer the world.

Chapter Eighteen

“Oh my God, Tuck, is it really ours?” Jana asked, her focus on the three-bedroom house they’d gotten together. It had only been a few months, a short time that had been so wonderful Tuck felt like he was dreaming at times. How in the hell had he gotten so fucking lucky?

“It’s ours, baby,” Tuck said, pulled her in closer, and kissed her before she could even respond.

Braden was spending the day with Bobbie, and as they pressed together, Tuck was thinking some pretty fucking filthy thoughts since they were alone.

“I know what you’re thinking, Tuck, and you’re a bad boy,”

He growled, and he felt her shiver in response.

“Then let’s stop talking and get on with it, Jana baby,” he said and grinned. He made a deep noise, lifted her easily into his arms, and strode inside. The house wasn’t anything fancy, but it was new, clean, and all theirs. Maybe some people would say they were rushing into all of this, but as Tuck would say whenever someone tried to tell him differently than how he felt, “Fuck them”.

They crashed through the front door, their mouths pressed to one another, and their tongues dueling together. He set her down, pressed her back to the wall, and speared his hands in her hair. He tugged at the strands, and she made these small noises in the back of her throat.

He swallowed the sound, needing more, and wanting her to surrender every part of herself to him. She felt good in his arms, really good, in fact, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to let her go. Ever. She’d given herself to him, and he’d claimed her. But having her in every way imaginable was like the first time every damn time.

She broke the kiss and looked at him. Her lips were swollen, red, and wet from his ministrations. “Don’t hold back.” She looked at his mouth, and he couldn’t stop his groan.

“Never.” He slipped his hand between them, right between her thighs, and pressed his open palm to her pussy. “Does it feel good, baby?”

She nodded and moaned softly when he moved his thumb on his other hand along her cheekbones. He didn’t stop himself from kissing her again, or adding more pressure to her pussy, loving that even though she wore panties under her skirt he could feel how wet she was getting.

“It feels so good.”

“God,” he groaned. “I love when you say shit like that,” he said against her mouth.  “You’re so gorgeous and intelligent, so smart and strong. You’re my old lady, and I fucking love you, baby.”

She moaned softly. “I love you, too.” She grabbed hold of his hair and said, “Fuck me, Tuck. Fuck me like you own me.” She slammed her mouth on his, sucked at his tongue, and pressed her chest to his.

“Fucking hell, baby,” he murmured, grabbed her hair, and tilted her head back. “I own you, just as you own me. We’re in this together,” he said in a gruff tone, pulled back, and looked at her face.

Her mouth was parted, her pupils dilated, and when she licked her lips he let his beast free. He kissed her again and again, hard, consuming kisses that had her gasping against him.

“You’re in my life, and I won’t let you go,” he said, and grunted in arousal when she made a small noise.

“And I won’t let you go,” she murmured against his mouth, and kissed him harder, with more desperation.

Their tongues slid along each other, frantically, heated, and full of need. He was hard, so fucking hard that he had to grind his erection into her belly to ease the ache. He felt this carnal need for her, one that wasn’t just about wanting to feel himself buried balls deep inside of her, but one that wanted to know what it was about this woman that had him acting so out of character.

She was pliant in his arms, pressing her breasts against his chest, and murmuring these little incoherent things. Tuck moved his other hand lower until he got to the hem of her shirt, and slipped his fingers beneath the material. She arched her back for more. At the first contact of his bare flesh against hers she gasped, and he groaned. She was soft everywhere, so soft.

“You’re so damn pliant in my arms, so receptive.”

“I’ll always be this way with you, always feel this heat and arousal, Tuck.”

She wasn’t wearing a bra, and his dick punched forward even harder when he took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pulled at the already turgid flesh. Over and over he pulled at her nipple, growing harder by the second with each moan she made. The skirt and panties she wore needed to fucking go, right along with this shirt. He needed her bared, naked, and so willing to give him this.

He moved his hands to the waistband of her skirt, but stopped and started kissing her more possessively once again. He wanted his handprints on her body, wanted his teeth marks on her skin, but only if she submitted to him willingly, gave herself over to him in every way. He’d never force her, never make her do anything she wasn’t comfortable with. But Tuck did want her screaming out his name as he filled her with his cock. “I want to be inside of you, baby.”

“Then be inside of me, Tuck.” She slanted her mouth on his and speared her tongue between his parted lips. Back was the desperation, but it was the good kind, the kind that he felt down to his bones and wanted more of. He grabbed the collar of her shirt, and in a swift move tore the material in two.

“God, Tuck,” she breathed out.

He cupped her breasts with his hands, squeezed the mounds until she was rocking back and forth against his erection, and having him nearly coming in his pants.

“I need more. I need it all from you.” He was already near his breaking point. Moving his hands lower, he pushed her shirt and panties down with frantic need. Once she had the clothes tossed to the side he cupped her bare ass. For a suspended moment all he did was hold the big globes of her bottom while he fucked her mouth with his.

“
Christ
, Jana, I’m so hard for you, so ready to plow you with my cock.” He moved his mouth to her ear and whispered, “I need to be inside of you now. I need to fuck you until you can only think of me when I’m not with you, baby.”

She shivered and pulled back to look him in the face. “You’re all I think about when you’re gone, Tuck, all I desire.” She licked her lips again. “I’m so wet right now, soaked for you. Let’s christen our new place.”She cupped her big breasts and pulled at her nipples, and everything in him stilled. And then he was done, just fucking done because he had to have her, now.

****

It was like an animal had been unleashed inside of Tuck. He pressed her against the wall, hard, and then moved his hand between their bodies. He started undoing his pants, and before she knew what was happening they were both naked and starting to sweat. Maybe this was a bad idea, fucking right here in their new house, not even a bed to cushion what was about to happen. But it didn’t feel wrong but instead felt so damn right.

He kissed her again, harder and faster than before, and she knew that there was no stopping this. “That’s it, baby.
Fuck
, I like you so damn receptive to me.” He groaned against her neck. Tuck had his hands on her bare ass and his mouth back on hers to swallow the surprised sound that came from her when he squeezed the mounds especially hard. He had her in his arms only seconds later, her feet off the ground, and his immense strength pouring out of him.

“I want you so fucking badly,” he said again, and started thrusting against her pussy, his dick hard, thick and long, and probing at her entrance. Because they didn’t have any clothes on, the feeling of his hard cock against her slick folds had a moan leaving her.

“Quit talking, and just stick your big dick inside of me, Tuck.
Please
.” She emphasized the last word, and he groaned against her mouth. Right now she just wanted to feel him pushing into her, stretching her. The feel of his big erection had her insides clenching and a fresh wave of wetness coming from her pussy. Jana wanted to feel so incredibly full she couldn’t stand it, couldn’t breathe, or wrap her head around it. “Tuck, I’m so ready for you.”

And then he was reaching between their bodies, taking hold of his dick, and placing it at her entrance.

He rubbed his cock along her cleft, up and down, and bumping her clit with every upstroke. “Fuck, you are so wet for me, Jana baby.”

She felt his dick throb between her legs, and felt slickness slip from her pussy and cover his shaft. They held each other’s stares for several long seconds, and then they crashed their mouths together. Hair was pulled, flesh was nipped at, and groans spilled from both of them. Images of them together, skin wet with sweat, muscles stretched and taut from straining, filled her head and had her rubbing herself on him. She wanted to do this in
their
home, the place they’d gotten together to start their life.

Without thinking, because at this point all she wanted was him shoved so deep inside of her nothing else mattered, Jana reached down, pushed his hand out of the way, and grabbed his impressive length. She rose up as much as she could, enough so she had his tip angled right at her entrance, and stared into his eyes. For a moment time seemed to stand still. There wasn’t insanity, killing, or maiming, and no club drama or danger around the corner. Right now there was just her and Tuck, and this very heated moment with lost inhibitions.

He held her body up with one hand holding onto her ass and placed his other hand on the wall beside her head. The tip of his cock became lodged in her body, and they both breathed out roughly. “I want you in my life forever, Jana.”

She opened her mouth as a sound left her. “I want that, too.”

“And when the time is right, filled with my seed and carrying my baby, but only when the time is right, only when you’re ready.”

She could have cried at his words. Of course she wanted that, but hadn’t known how to tell him that, not with them just starting out together. She couldn’t form a word, so she smiled and nodded.

“God, I love you so fucking much.” He buried his face in the crook of her neck and inhaled. “And now I’m going to fuck you so good and hard that you’ll be pleasurably sore.”

When he slid in another inch, stretching her so damn good, he snapped his mouth shut and closed his eyes. He ground his teeth, and the sound shouldn’t have been as erotic as it was, but it was like he was losing it, not able to even control himself even though they’d been together in this way so many times. But to her it was like the first time, that first stretch and burn that encompassed her. She loved every minute of it.

She moaned against his lips and clenched her pussy around his shaft. “You’re making me feel so full, Tuck, and you’re not even all the way in yet.” She panted hard. “You’re making me feel like a woman claimed.” He made her feel that way every time.

He rested his forehead against hers, and they panted into each other’s mouths. “You haven’t felt anything yet, Jana.” He growled. “You’re so fucking tight.
God
, and so damn wet and hot.” In one swift move he was buried fully inside of her, his balls slapping against her ass, and her head falling back completely against the wall.

It felt like she was burning alive, like
he
was burning her alive. He started moving in and out of her, faster and harder, and she couldn’t wrap her head around the exquisiteness of it all.

“Jana,
Christ
, it feels so fucking unbelievable.” He pumped into her. “Fucking hell, baby. I swear you got wetter.”

Feeling him so far inside of her that there was no part of her body that he wasn’t touching stole any coherent words and thought from her. He curled his arm around her waist, and she wrapped her legs around his hips tighter, stabilizing herself. With Tuck’s hand by her head on the wall and his other hand on her ass cheek, he started moving in and out of her.

The sounds of their flesh slapping together, of her wet skin moving along his in a very filthy, erotic way, had her pleasure mounting. The sounds that came from him were loud, clipped. The root of his cock rubbed against her clit every time he slammed into her.

“So good.” He ground the words out, and closed his eyes for a second before he opened them again and stared at her. Sweat beaded his brow, and he made this low growly sound when he slammed into her especially hard, causing her back to rub along the wall. But then he’d pull almost all the way out, slowly push back into her, and treat her to this gentler side of him.

He did this repeatedly, almost making love to her in that sweet way as he looked into her eyes. But then as if that was just a small sampling he slammed back into her hard and powerfully, and kissed her until she felt like her lips would bleed. With each passing second he didn’t give her slow and intimate again, but fast and hard. The burn of her back rubbing against the wall heightened her pleasure, and she felt her climax mounting.

“I want to see you come, want to feel you milking my dick until we both go over the edge.” He reached between them and pressed his thumb to her clit. He rubbed the bundle of nerves back and forth, and kept that pressure right on her until she was swiveling her hips on him. He pressed his mouth to her ear, had his cock deep in her pussy, and had his thumb on her clit. Tuck’s breathing was short pants, and she could tell he was close to getting off, too.

“You’re mine, Jana.
Mine
.” He slammed into her twice, applied more pressure to her clit until she was about to come. But right when she was there he slowed his motions. Jana wanted to scream out in frustration, but before she could do or say anything he grunted against her neck, barely holding on as well.