Bounty: Fury Riders MC (48 page)

“Please…” The torture is almost too much. I start bobbing up and down, easing the pressure. He sighs, holding onto the back of my head. Guiding me, trying to regain control.

I pick my head up, letting him slide from me. He looks up, surprised.

“You’re not in control,” I growl. “I am.”

“Oh? We’ll see about that.” He takes me in his strong arms, flipping me onto my back. Every time I forget how powerful he is, he’s happy to remind me. I don’t mind. I love the way he takes over, doing what he wants to me.

My jeans are off in a flash, then my panties. His mouth is on me, teasing me. Licking my lips, the insides of my thighs. My most sensitive places…all except one, that is.

“Oh, Jax…” I hold his head to me, trying to guide him to my clit. He fights me, making me laugh in spite of the frustration he’s putting me through.

“I’m in control,” he says before going back to his torture.

I can’t take it. My hands grip the pillow beneath my head. My eyes are closed, my entire body tensed.

“Please lick me. Please!” I’m aching, almost ready to touch myself to ease the tension. He groans against my mound, driving me even crazier. I let out a noise somewhere between a groan and a scream. I’m rewarded by the feeling of his tongue flicking against my clit. “Yes!” I cry out, riding his face.

He licks my folds, lapping up my wetness, before sliding two thick fingers into my waiting hole. My muscles clench around them. I cry out again. He begins moving them in and out, rapidly pumping as his tongue lashes back and forth over my button. My back arches. I hold my tits, rubbing my hands over them.

I hear him groan and know he sees me playing with myself. I pinch my nipples, flicking my fingers over them while he sucks my clit. I’m so close.

“Oh! Jax!” My hips rise off the bed, the pressure in my core exploding into pure bliss. It rocks me, leaving me gasping and shaking.

He’s still kissing me down there. Softly, sensually. His tongue runs slowly over my skin. I could stay like this all day…but I know he wants more. So do I.

“On your back,” I gasp, still catching my breath. He rolls over immediately, reaching for me. I position myself over him, guiding him inside me. We both groan when I slide down, his thickness filling me.

“Fuck…” he gasps when I start riding. Gently, slowly, rocking my hips as I grind against him. I lean down, one hand on either side of his head, giving his mouth access to my tits.

“Suck them,” I beg, still thrusting down on him. He groans, eyes wide, surprised at my forwardness. One, then the other nipple meets his tongue, his lips. He sucks hard, biting gently. Making me gasp and groan, whispering to him, urging him on.

“That’s right. Suck my tits. Oh, yes…” It’s not my imagination when I feel him thrust upward, into me. Unable to contain himself. He loves hearing me talk dirty, so I keep it up. Telling him what he does to me, how much I love fucking him. How his huge cock makes me want to scream when I come. His breath comes faster, more uneven.

He reaches up behind me, taking a handful of my hair. Pulling gently. I moan, the sensation almost too much now. I feel myself building again, higher this time. His thickness inside me drives me wild. I bear down on him, clenching all around him as another orgasm tears through me. This time I scream, every muscle pulsing as I ride it out.

Moments later, his urgent thrusts signal his climax. I encourage him, tell him to come for me. He groans, then explodes inside me. Once he’s finished, I roll onto my side.

After catching my breath, I lay my head on his chest. His heart beats, strong and steady, against my ear.

“Where did that come from?” he asks, still slightly breathless.

“What?”

“The assertiveness. Playing with your tits, telling me to suck them. You know what I mean.”

“Oh.” I blush. “I guess you bring it out in me.”

“I’m not complaining.”

“I could tell,” I remark. Then something occurs to me. “You know something?”

“Hmm?” He sounds half-asleep already. Typical man.

“I don’t think the sex could ever be as good at my house. I think I made the right choice, deciding to move in here.”

He laughs. “The two of us could have awesome sex on a beach, in a camper, in the yard, in a car, on the side of a mountain. Anywhere.”

“Well, now.” I raise myself up, looking him in the eye. “It sounds like you and I are going to keep each other pretty busy.”

THE END

A Sinful Vow

I'm about to marry a monster – and there's not a thing I can do to stop it.

Olivia
I don't deserve this.
All I wanted was to escape my past.
But when my brother needed me to get him out of trouble,
I didn't have a choice.
Now I'm standing at the altar with an animal...
A handsome, rugged animal.
He's going to bend me over.
Break me.
Swallow me whole.
And I'm about to be his...
'til death do us part.
Blaze
I don't chase girls – I replace them.
And I thought I'd seen the last of Olivia.
But when the survival of the club depends on it,
I didn't have a choice.
But now that I'm about to marry her,
there's only one thing on my mind:
Finish what I started.
She might hate me, but I don't give a damn.
I'm going to make her MINE
 

A Secret Vow

I wanted safety. He wanted a baby.

An abusive fiancé had me trapped in a life I hated.
He hit me often. Hurt me plenty.
I knew one thing: I had to get away.
I took the first chance I had to escape:
With a mysterious biker I hardly knew.
He promised to protect me.
But when I hear what he wants in return,
I freak.
Out of the frying pan and into the fire.
I’m just praying I don’t get burned.

Growing up on the streets taught me one thing: when you want something, take it.

I play fast and loose, not nice. My job running street races for the Inked Angels MC isn’t for the lighthearted.
The women are just a perk. I’m with them for one night only — then they’re in my rearview mirror, never to be seen again.
Until Kendra.
There’s something about her.
Something fragile. Royal. Worth protecting.
Lucky for me, that’s just what she wants.
I make her a deal: protection for a baby.
I’ve spent my whole life untamed and racing time.
But when it comes to Kendra,
I’m ready to do things slowly…
One f*ck at a time.

A Broken Vow
She’s a fragile little thing. I just might break her.

I thought I’d seen the last of her.
 
Rose had run from danger, right into my bed.
 
It didn’t take long before she was
 
moaning my name
.
 
But you can’t outrun your shadow.
 
When the devils of my past catch up, they
 
take her away from me
.
 
I’d hunt them down, but there’s a war going on, and my club needs me home.
 
Back in Texas, I follow the thread of betrayal that threatens to shatter my world.
 
I should’ve known it would lead me back to her.
 
This time, though, she’s on an
 
auction block
.
 
I may be the one doing the bidding, but the bastards who stole her will pay the ultimate price.
 
There’s no other girl I’d fight through hell for.
 
This one’s different —
 
She’s
 
carrying my baby
.
 

Trouble

He took my sister. I’m next.

My baby sister went missing over a month ago, and I’d give anything to find her. After countless hours of searching, the trail of clues leads me to Gabriel Hunt, leader of the Crooked Souls MC. 
He’s sexy, strong… 
…and the last man to 
see my sister alive.
 
Before I know it, I’m tumbling down the rabbit hole. I’m being chased, threatened, and almost killed. There’s only one place to turn: right into Gabriel’s arms. 
He is a danger unto himself, but I can’t stop myself from craving his touch. Only time will tell whether he’ll be the key to solving my sister’s disappearance, or the 
last stop before my downfall.
 
I thought I was doing the hunting. But I'm coming to find out that I'm 
the one being hunted
.