WRECKED: GODS OF CHAOS MC, BOOK FOUR (17 page)

“But you know what he’d be even more proud of?” he asked.

“What?” I asked.

“Your relationship with Grace,” he said. “The way the two of you work together. The way you formed a team right from the start and brought us all into it with you. But we’re even more than that, we’re family, and it fucking works.”

“Thanks for saying that, man,” I said, a lump forming in my throat. I wanted my old man to be proud of me. I wasn’t sure I’d given him much to be proud of while he was still alive.

“It’s true, brother,” Doc said, patting me on the back. “He fucking loved women. He loved your mom. He’d be proud of you, making the world a better place for those girls. Shit,” he said, taking a draw off the joint again before continuing. “Look at the way the club has evolved from a bunch of hell-raisin’ long-haired criminals to…well, to this,” he threw his hands up in the air, “this amazing mission we have now.”

“Thanks, brother, that means a lot to me,” I said.

“I mean it,” he said.

“I know you do, brother,” I said, pausing, looking at him with an excited grin. “Now, are you ready to kick some pedophile ass?”

“I can’t fucking wait,” he replied, staring up at the trees. “I can’t
fucking
wait.”

Vanessa

Cherry handed us a backpack full of sandwiches and snacks and I watched as Wreck strapped it to the back of his bike.

“Y’all be careful, alright?” she said.

“Of course, I’m always careful,” Wreck replied.

“Dude, seriously,” Riot said, rolling his eyes. “Your fucking name is Wreck.”

“Shut the fuck up,” he said, shaking his head. “We’ll be fine.”

“Just be careful,” Ryder warned. “And lay low! The last thing we need is for Vanessa to be recognized.”

It had taken some convincing on Wreck’s part for Ryder and Grace to feel alright about us going to the Coast. After I finally agreed to wear a red wig and sunglasses and not talk to anyone, they finally relented.

Cherry lent me a leather jacket and a helmet and I slid them on before climbing onto the bike behind Wreck. I’d never been on a bike before and I was silently terrified, but I didn’t want Wreck to think it was because of his history with accidents. I was just terrified in general and I would have been no matter who was driving. But I wanted to get away and have a little bit of fun so badly that I sucked it up and kept my fears to myself.

“Hold on tight,” he said, before jumping up and slamming his boot down, the bike roaring to life between our legs. I wasn’t expecting the vibrations to be so strong, but as he backed up and then slowly pulled away, the engine roared even louder as we disappeared down the long dirt road that led to the freeway, the clubhouse fading away behind us.

My arms were wrapped tightly around his waist and the loud cracking pop pop pop of his Harley’s engine did nothing but unnerve me. I squeezed tighter, hoping he was still able to breathe.

The bike carried us the next few miles, the dirt kicking up on either side of us as we cut through the dense forest of trees and made our way to the paved highway. Wreck stopped and looked around, scanning the road before turning West and heading towards the ocean.

We followed the curvy freeway for about twenty minutes until we changed directions and headed North up the 101. I wasn’t sure exactly where he was headed, but I didn’t care. The scenery was stunning, as the Northern Oregon coast always is. Tall cliffs and crashing waves bordered by thick forests and pristine beaches. I’d come to the Coast often with my family, but rarely with Royce. He hated the ocean, preferring to be ensconced in luxury.

I inhaled deeply, the pungent salty air like heaven to my senses.

After about an hour of winding up the 101, Wreck turned into a small parking lot surrounded by tall trees. He parked the bike and turned it off. We took off our helmets and smiled at each other.

“What’s this place?” I asked, looking around. There wasn’t much to see but trees and a parking lot, but there was a small staircase leading down to the beach.

“We’ve basically arrived in heaven,” he winked. “This is called Hug Point. C’mon, you’re gonna love it.”

I grabbed the backpack with our lunch in it and we walked hand in hand down the stairs. They were steep, made of rocks and winding, but once we made it down, the beach opened up in front of us and we were in a secluded cape. Behind us were tall cliffs that formed walls all around and the golden sandy beach gave way to the sparkling waves of the Pacific Ocean.

“This is so beautiful,” I said.

“I’m glad we’re here early, you can see so much more during low tide,” he said, grabbing my hand and leading me down the beach. “There are some beautiful caves just up ahead.”

“You were right, I think this is definitely heaven,” I answered, as a huge eagle flew overhead. The crashing waves were deafening, the wind whipping around us. “Why is it called Hug Point?”

“This place has a really neat history, actually. Stagecoaches in the nineteenth century had to use this beach as a road. Even in low tide, they had to ‘hug’ this area to get past it. But in the twentieth century, they started traveling by motorcars, and the cars kept getting stuck in the sand. So, they chipped a roadway into the head - you can still see it up there,” he pointed to an area carved out between the cliff and a huge rock, with a large waterfall under it.

“That waterfall is amazing,” I said.

“Come on, it’s small enough we can get in it,” he said.

“Get in it?” I asked.

“You aren’t afraid to get wet are you?” he asked, teasingly.

“No, of course not,” I said. The waterfall was about twenty feet tall, falling from a small cliff and right onto the beach, the bubbling water creating a tiny stream that led into the ocean. I put the bag down, took off my boots and rolled up my jeans. Wreck did the same and we walked into the shallow pool.

“It’s so cold - and amazing!” I cried.

Wreck leaned down, kissing me gently as he pulled me into his arms.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered, kissing me again.

We had the whole beach to ourselves and I was so happy to be alone with him. I kissed him back, the cold water splashing around our ankles doing nothing to cool the fiery passion that flowed between us. I could have stayed there kissing him forever.

“Come on, let’s go over to the caves,” he said, pulling me along.

“What about our boots?” I asked.

“Just leave them there, they’ll be fine.” His hand was so warm, so familiar, so comforting. If it wasn’t for this dumb red wig on my head, I could almost pretend we were just a normal couple out enjoying our lives.

We trailed around the bend of one of the cliffs and Wreck led me into a small, dim cave.

“Look!” he said, pointing to some tiny symbols carved into the sandstone.

“Whoa, those look ancient,” I said, leaning down and looking at the little pictures. “I think that looks like a horse, don’t you?”

“Yeah, maybe a donkey? I don’t know,” he said, coming up behind me, and placing his hands on my hips. I leaned back into him, moaning as I felt his hardness pressing into me. I couldn’t help but smile at the obvious evidence of his attraction to me. It felt so good to be wanted again.

His arms snaked around me, pulling me closer into his chest. I leaned my head back and he dipped his head and kissed my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I turned my face up to his, and he captured my lips, kissing me passionately, his lips hot as flames. I turned around to face him, our arms wrapping around each other as we kissed deeply, the fire between us igniting into a violent inferno.

His hands trailed over my back, my hips, his hands cupping my ass and pulling me into his throbbing heat. He tore his mouth away from mine, his eyes searching mine wildly.

“Wreck,” I whispered, my lips swollen from his assault. “I want you so badly.”

“Babe,” he shook his head. “Are you sure? I can wait,” he muttered, his voice thick with desire.

“I don’t want to wait,” I whispered, pressing my body into his. “I’ve never wanted anything so badly in my life.”

“Vanessa,” he said, his voice a low warning as he shook his head. I put my finger over his lips. “Don’t call me that,” I said.

“What?” he asked, confusion flashing in his eyes.

“Just don’t talk,” I pleaded. “Please? Please make love to me? Now?”

“Oh, babe,” he growled, his lips smashing against mine, his tongue delving past my lips, searching for the deepest parts of me. I kissed him back, our tongues dancing together passionately. He reached down, grabbing the edge of my t-shirt and quickly pulling it over my head, his eyes drinking in my heaving breasts, as he reached down and pulled them out. His mouth engulfed my nipples, first one, then the other, my fingers sinking into his hair and pulling him close to me as I cried out, my voice echoing off the walls of the cave.

“Yes, oh please,” I cried. He fell to his knees in the sand before me, his fingers working at the buttons of my jeans. Sliding them over my hips, I kicked out of them quickly, leaving me standing in front of him in the black bikini that I’d borrowed from Lacey and slipped on under my clothes.

His gaze raked across my body slowly, slowly drinking in every inch of my skin until his eyes met mine.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he whispered. I shuddered with pleasure. I had no clue how much I’d missed this, how much I missed the mind-numbing blissfulness of human connection, just to be touched. His hungry eyes were mesmerizing. I wanted him to look at me like that forever. I’d never felt more like a woman in my life with him kneeling there in front of me.

Slowly, I reached behind my back, pulling the thin strings that held the bikini top in place. It fell to the ground, my breasts exposed completely, my nipples hard with anticipation. He brought his mouth around my nipple again, his hot mouth sucking and licking, sending shocks of delicious pleasure through my body. I leaned against the wall of the cave, hoping my knees didn’t buckle on me. He stood up, his arm sliding around my waist and holding me up as he kissed me deeply again. I pulled at the bottom of his shirt, wanting it gone, wanting nothing between us but skin. He leaned back, pulling it off and I gasped when I saw the scars zigzagging over his torso.

He leaned down to kiss me again, but I stopped him.

“Wait,” I whispered, hypnotized by his scarred skin. “Show me your scars…”

He growled, his eyes wild with savage desire, desire for me, for my body. Nothing had ever felt so amazing, my body was singing with the same yearning I saw in his eyes, but I needed to know him again, to touch him, to find out every detail about this man that I had never stopped loving in all of these years.

I wanted to see who he was now. I wanted to see what had changed. Inside and out.

My fingers traced the scars, his taught ab muscles twitching under my touch. Some had faded to a thin, white translucent line but others were fresh, red, angry, like the one on his face.

I drug my eyes up to his face, my gaze landing on the scar there. The one everyone could see. Peering deeply into those stormy grey eyes, I could see the ones most people couldn’t. He groaned again, his eyes a mixture of a dire warning and the sweetest promise of bliss.

“Baby, I can’t wait,” he said, grabbing my hand and kissing my palm, before pushing it down to his throbbing masculinity. I grasped him through his jeans, his cock so hard, pulsing so strongly, it was as if it had a life of its own. I reached down with my other hand, quickly pulling his jeans apart and plunging my hand into his boxers, my fingers wrapping around his velvety heat, holding him in my palm like a prize.

His pants and boxers fell to the ground and he stepped out of them, standing up in front of me, his hard, muscular body practically wrapping completely around me - his arms, his thighs, his body pressing me up against the cave a little too hard, but I didn’t care. All I was aware of was his touch, his heat, his mouth, his huge, hard, pulsing cock.

He dropped to his knees again, his mouth finding my center, his tongue darting forward in a wanton deliciousness that shot right to my brain.

“Oh. My. GOD!” I cried. My pulse raced wildly as every new sensation that I’d only been able to imagine before became a reality in my body. Sweet rippling bubbles of bliss rushed over my skin, my thighs opening wider as his mouth worked against me, creating such intense waves of pleasure, I was sure I’d pass out.

I wanted to tell him that I’d never felt that before, that it was more amazing than I’d ever imagined, but words failed me completely. All I could do was gasp and moan, crying out in ecstasy until his relentless assault had me writhing against his mouth, wordlessly begging him not to stop.

And he didn’t.

He kept going, plunging deeper into me, his lips, his fingers, his tongue licking at me like burning flames until I crashed over the edge, my cries flowing out of the cave and mixing with the violently crashing waves of the ocean as wave after wave of sweet release washed over me.

He stood up before I could catch my breath, his sex hard as a rock and pulsing against my flowing center. With a slight shift of his hips, he raised himself into me, his cock sliding into me smoothly at first, until he hit the barrier I knew he would find.

His eyes flashed with surprise, his question written on his face.

“Just do it,” I said. “Please, please…”

With a slight twitch of his head, he thrust his hips forward, his manhood piercing me. It was hot, searingly hot, the pain sharp and quick and oh-so-good.

“Yes!” I cried. “Oh, baby…” I moaned loudly, pushing my hips towards him, wanting all of him inside of me. He rocked against me, his arms wrapped around me, holding me up against the wall as he plunged his hardness into me with smooth strokes, his breath hot against my ear.

A slow smile spread across my face, his delicious cock taking me. I couldn’t help but realize that in that very moment, all my dreams were finally coming true. I’d regretted the fact that I’d never slept with Jesse, spending ten long years all alone and yearning for him, wishing I’d done everything differently.