Wanting It All: A Hellfire Riders MC Romance (The Motorcycle Clubs Book 3) (8 page)

God. The seat is just wide enough for my knees. I can feel Saxon behind me, straddling the bike as I grip the handlebars. The motorcycle’s long body forces me to stretch forward over the tank—and when Saxon stands with his legs on either side of the bike, his erect cock is on level with my entrance.

His callused palms run up the length of my trembling thighs and drag my skirt up over my ass. Anticipation tightens the muscles along my spine. He’s not saying anything, just letting his fingers trail over my skin, and in the dark his touch seems almost reverent.

Then his hands grip my hips and he surges forward, burying his full length in one slick thrust. Shock and pleasure erupt beneath my skin, and I cry out, my fingers clenching the handlebars in a death grip. God help me. He felt big before, but now my thighs are clamped together because I’m kneeling on the seat, and his long thick cock stretches me tighter, plunges deeper. Before I can catch my breath he pushes into me again. I moan helplessly as my pussy grips his steely length.

Saxon’s groan sounds like part ecstasy, part torture. He grinds against me as if trying to get deeper, but there’s no deeper, and the sensation of his cock screwing inside me is just making me clench harder around him.

“So fucking tight.” His voice is a growl. “It’s like you’re sucking me in.”

“Please.”
It emerges on a sobbing breath. I’m begging, begging, don’t even know for what, but Saxon gives it to me in a powerful thrust that jolts me forward, my breasts swaying heavily beneath me, my nipples hardened to throbbing points.

Another jolting stroke, then another, then Saxon grips my waist and fucks me at a relentless pace. My skin is hot, burning, slick with sweat and between my thighs I’m drenched in my arousal. The slick sound of his cock pistoning into my wet pussy joins the slap of his hips against my ass, and my inner walls are tightening around him, each stroke seeming deeper and deeper, until it’s too tight, too much. I rock forward, trying to relieve the unbearable tension, but his hands clench on my hips and drag me back, and the orgasm slams into me with the length of his cock. I scream, trying to jolt forward again, but he holds me still and fucks me and suddenly I’m coming again, or I didn’t stop, and when I’m done my body sags and I can barely hold on. Behind me, Saxon groans, grinding deep, and the pulse of his release sends little aftershocks through my flesh.

I’m limp and shaking, my body boneless when Saxon seems to collapse onto his seat and drags me onto his lap. His chest heaves against my back. He buries his face in the side of my neck. His breath is a ragged rasp across my throat.

“All right?” he finally says.

I can barely nod, and for the longest time he just holds me. Slowly, my trembling stops and I relax against him. “Just in case it isn’t clear,” I tell him softly, “you’ve persuaded me.”

His rough laugh shakes against my back, but it soon quiets, and his deep voice is solemn when he finally responds. “These next few months are going to be rough, Jenny. With Red sick, and trying to fold the clubs together, and this shit with the Eighty-Eight.”

“I know.”

His arms tighten. “Just hold onto me. I’ll get us through. And I won’t give you any reason to be sorry that you’re with me.”

I shook my head. That’s the one thing that could never happen—and he’s the one who taught me that.

Lifting my mouth to his, I promise against his lips, “I won’t
ever
be sorry.”

• • •

When Saxon can’t avoid the demands of the First Lady clause, will he be forced to choose between Jenny and the Hellfire Riders? Their story continues in Taking It All, coming exclusively to Kindle on October 22nd—no cliffha
ngers, only hot and sexy romance.

He’s the one man I can never have, but the only one I crave…
Saxon Gray has reason to hate me. He spent five years in prison after saving me from a brutal violation at the hands of a rival motorcycle club—and he paid for that rescue with his freedom. I’ve never been able to settle the debt I owe him…until now.
The menace of that old rivalry is flaring up again, and as president of the Hellfire Riders, Saxon is the one man who can keep me safe. But I want more than his protection. I want his heart.

He shouldn’t touch me, but he does.
Late one night, in the middle of danger, he makes me feel things I shouldn’t.
And I know I shouldn’t want more…but I do.
Because hooking up with me? It could cost him his life.
Lucky…isn’t. In fact, she’s considered ‘off limits’ to the Bedlam Butchers because she’s caused them nothing but bad luck in the past. As a bonus? She’s also the president’s kid sister. Single and lonely? That’s Lucky’s way of life. Now, the Eighty-Eight Henchmen are harassing her and they’re out for blood.
Solo…is. In a club where pairing up with a brother to watch your back is mandatory, Solo still hasn’t gotten over his partner’s death two years ago. The club’s pressuring him to name a second Treasurer, but he has to trust that person in bed and out. And it’s damn hard for Solo to trust.
But when he rescues Lucky from the Eighty-Eight, maybe it’s time for Solo to find a partner, and time for Lucky’s luck to turn around…

I’m not supposed to want him, but I do.
I’m not supposed to need him, but I can’t stop.
I’m not supposed to love him, but my heart won’t listen.
Most of all? I’m definitely, under no circumstances, supposed to sleep with him.
Grant “Wrecker” Harrison spent three years of his life locked away. He’s out and he’s tired of hiding. He wants everyone, even his father Judge President of the Death Lords MC, to know she’s his.
Chelsea Weaver loves Grant even though she knows it’s wrong. She knew it was wrong when she gave him her virginity and she knows it’s still wrong three years later…because Grant’s her stepbrother and Judge is the only father she’s ever known.

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

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WANTING IT ALL

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WANTING IT ALL

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Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

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