by Jenika Snow
“What is it you want?”
“Simple. I want to see you touch and play with yourself.” I moved my hand up to touch her pussy. “When all of this is over and we’re alone, and you’re not hurting, I want to sit and watch you as you play with your pussy.”
“I can do that.”
Her cheeks were bright red.
“You sure?”
“If you do that for me, of course I can do that.” She tucked some hair behind her ear.
“You want me to play with my cock?”
“Yes.”
“Ask me to do it.” I leaned back, watching her.
“Play with your … cock, Rooney. I want to see it.”
Hearing those words from her lips was so fucking sexy.
Stepping away from the bed, I removed the belt from my jeans and carefully lowered them down to reveal my dick. I was so fucking hard.
Kicking off my pants, I wrapped my fingers around my length, her gaze locked on my dick.
“You like what you see, babe?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Did you like my mouth on your pussy?”
“Yes.”
“Good, because I liked having my mouth on you.” I worked myself from the base up to the root and down again. The tip leaked pre-cum all over my hand, but I massaged it in, feeling more aroused with every passing second.
She licked her lips and her gaze travelled up my body.
Bryn looked hungry.
It was the first time I’d ever seen that look on her face.
“I want to taste you.”
“You do?”
“Yes.”
Her movements were slow, and I imagined they were from the pain running through her body.
“We can stop now. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
“Please, Rooney. I want this. I need this. I’ve waited too long, and I could have died. You as well. Running into that house, you were fucking crazy to do something like that. I can’t even believe you did it. Don’t hold back because you think I’m too delicate. I’m not. I’m ready for this.”
Seeing her once again lick her lips, I couldn’t deny her. I didn’t want to. Besides, what guy would turn down the chance to have his dick in the woman he loved?
I stepped forward, holding myself poised before her lips. I’d do anything for this woman.
She was sheer perfection.
She was mine.
Chapter Eighteen
Brynleigh
The thick jut of his cock was right in my face, the slick tip begging to be sucked, to be cleaned off. I wasn’t an expert in this, but I was dying to have him in my mouth, to feel him stretching me.
I tilted my head back and looked up at him.
“You sure about this?” he asked softly.
I nodded, surer about this than I had ever been about anything in my life.
“Then suck my cock like you need it to survive.”
I couldn’t catch my breath. My pussy was so wet, my nipples hard enough they ached.
I wanted this more than I’d ever wanted anything before, and although I knew Rooney was worried, wanted to take things slow, all I could think about was how I wanted the opposite of that.
I wanted fast.
I wanted raw.
I wanted uninhibited.
“Go on, baby girl.”
My whole body started to tense, to shake as my arousal climbed to a fever pitch. The way he looked down at me, how he ran his fingers along the edge of my face, tracing my cheekbones, my chin, and moving lower to open my mouth with the digit and slip it inside, had my pussy clenching down harder.
It was like he could see right into me, like he knew what I felt, what I needed. And I knew he’d give it all to me until I was suffocating from it, but still begging for more.
He took himself in hand again, stroked his cock from root to tip, and then brought the head to my mouth. “You want my dick?”
I nodded, knowing that right now I’d be the whore he wanted, but still have all the control, still be the sultry seductress he craved.
Because it’s what I wanted as well.
“What do you want?” His voice was deep, gravelly.
“You. Only you.”
“You want to suck me off until I fill your mouth with my cum?”
God, his words were filthy. They were erotic.
I wanted more.
The tip of his dick brushed against my lips, and he commanded me to open with that small touch.
I closed my eyes, breathed out through my nose, and got ready to suck his dick like a pro. I might be a novice at pretty much all things sexual, but right now I’d make him come harder than he ever had before in his life.
I used gentle pressure at first, dragged my teeth along his length on the upstroke, and then used a hard suction on the down stroke. He groaned when he felt the gentle scrape of my teeth. I used my tongue to tease the crowned head, and ran the muscle back down the thick vein that ran on the underside.
Rooney groaned and gripped my hair as he steadied me and started thrusting in and out of my mouth. His actions spurred me on until I was bobbing my head because I wanted his cum in my mouth, down my throat. I’d never been this needy, this frantic for anything in my life.
But then again, I’d never had Rooney.
His hands were tangled in my hair, keeping my head immobilized as he slowly thrust his hips in and out of my mouth.
“So fucking good.”
I lifted my gaze up to his, my mouth still wrapped around his dick.
His head was downcast, his eyes half-lidded and completely focused on me. His hands tightened in my hair to the point of pain, but I loved that.
I needed that.
Humming around him, I sucked with more enthusiasm.
“Yes,” he hissed right before he buried his shaft all the way in my mouth, his cockhead hitting the back of my throat and having me gag.
He groaned after that happened, my eyes watering, but my pussy wet because I was so turned on. His balls rested against my chin, and with one guttural sound he came.
His cum spilled down my throat, and I greedily swallowed it all.
He tasted masculine and salty, and all mine.
When he pulled his softening cock from my lips, neither of us moved for several long seconds. And then he gripped my arms and helped me stand, pulling me into an embrace and kissing me hard.
“I need to taste you again, need to have your scent and flavor ingrained in me,” he said against my mouth and then had me on the bed, the sheets chilled against my overheated flesh.
Rooney was between my thighs a moment later, having me gasp out, having me needing more.
God, I didn’t know if I could handle him eating me out again, not with how much he’d pleasured me just moments before.
But I wouldn’t stop this. I wanted Rooney any way I could get him.
His warm breath blew across my bare folds, and when he framed my pussy with his big hands, pulling my lips apart, I felt even more exposed. His swallow was audible, and the groan that followed was deep and filled with an arousal that matched my own frantic one.
“Spread your legs wider for me, baby. I’m going to mouth-fuck you until you come all over me.”
Oh, God.
The way he spoke was so … filthy and exactly how I’d expect an MC member to talk.
I did as he ordered and then felt him grip the back of my knee and pull it up and out, really having me spread for him.
His mouth was suddenly on my cleft, his tongue parting my folds as he ate me out almost violently. I was still sensitive from his earlier ministrations, but I felt my arousal climb even higher in a matter of seconds.
I also didn’t care how loud we were, or if Venom and Rebekah could hear us.
Rooney dipped his tongue into my body. He fucked me with his tongue and lips, his teeth scraping along my sensitive flesh.
He pressed his thumb to my clit, and I went over the edge. I’d wanted to prolong this,
but when it came to Rooney there was no controlling what happened.
A low, keening cry left me, and I couldn’t help myself from spearing my hands in his hair and shamelessly grinding my pussy into his face, against his mouth. His deep groan sent vibrations through my clit, and little shockwaves of pleasure slammed into me.
The grip I had on his hair was hard and I knew it had to hurt him, but his groans spoke differently, told me he liked it.
He gave my pussy one last long lick and then he was pulling away, causing me to suck in a gasp of air. But he didn’t leave me, and instead climbed up on the bed beside me, pulled the covers over us, and brought me closer to his body. I curled myself around his hardness, resting my head against his chest, closing my eyes, and letting the post-euphoric sensation move through me.
“You’re safe,” he whispered against my hair.
And as I drifted off to sleep, I knew that was the truth.
Chapter Nineteen
Rooney
Having Bryn in my arms was the best kind of pleasure a man could ask for. Staring down into her beautiful smiling face, I felt … everything. How could I not? I’d been wanting this woman for what felt like a lifetime and finally, I was able to have her.
For just this moment, I wanted to pause life, stop our existence and bask in having her in my arms, knowing she was going to be safe.
All it took was the singular knock to know differently.
Venom had told me to be ready.
Even as I struggled to move away from Bryn, her warmth had gotten under my skin and worked its way into my heart. Into my very fucking soul where I belonged to no one but her.
I fucking loved her more than life itself.
Grabbing my jeans and gun, I left the room, being careful to be quiet.
Venom was nowhere to be found. I didn’t make any unnecessary noise as I left the cabin. This had been my safe haven for so long that it was kind of surreal to have anyone else here with me.
I found Venom on the front porch, smoking a cigarette.
“I thought you quit.”
“I did but when you’re sneaking out on your loved one so they don’t get hurt, I think it’s okay to have an excuse to light up.”
“You think we should do this now?”
“Now is the best time. The boys will be high on drugs, booze, and sex. We can deal with Vincenzo and put a stop to this. We just need to know the best time to strike.”
“You want to stay out of this fight until the very end?” I asked.
“That’s the way it has to be.” Venom paused and put a finger to his lips. I finished pulling up my jeans and he nodded. “It’s nothing.”
“What did you think it was?”
“Rebekah can be a light sleeper.”
“Why are we doing this now then?” I leaned against the banister and stared at him.
“Because I gave her something to knock her out. She’ll be good until morning.”
“You drugged your woman?” I asked, shocked.
“I gave her something to help her sleep.” He shrugged. “It’s the same shit she takes on occasion. It’s her fucking prescription.” He inhaled and exhaled a cloud of smoke. “I just gave her an extra dose to make sure she didn’t try to stop us or come after me.” He looked over at me. “I’ll eat her pussy out and she’ll come a few times. Don’t worry about me. I know how to handle her.”
“I wouldn’t blame her for shooting your balls right off.”
Venom smirked. “She loves them too much. You see, Rooney, the key is to know your woman inside and out, so you know all of their weaknesses. Rebekah is a hard ass but she’s a hard ass that likes to get laid and well.”
“Sounds like you’re living the dream.”
“Of course, I am.”
We walked away from the cabin and I couldn’t help but look back.
Bryn was back there.
On her own.
Trusting me.
I wanted her back in my arms.
“You made a choice?” Venom asked.
“Yes, and you know what it is.”
“I know this life is not for every woman. Look at Rebekah, she didn’t want the club life but she deals with it for me.”
“It sounds like true love.”
“Look, Rooney, true love isn’t all about fairytales and everyone getting their happy ever after. It doesn’t work that way. It’ll never work that way. This is real fucking life and in it, you’ve got to learn to make the hard decisions.”
“Like driving away in the middle of the night.”
“There’s no way I’d have that prick Vincenzo anywhere near my woman. Not happening. This is the best way.”
Venom pressed the lock on his car, which he’d parked several feet from the cabin.
He popped open the trunk and I stared in at all the weapons he’d been able to get his hands on.
“This is a suicide mission, right?”
“You want me to list all the things that could go wrong?”
I stared at the guns, the knives. We weren’t even going to be able to use half of this stuff, and yet it was right here within easy reach.
“Go on, what do I have to lose?”
“First, we don’t know how many men Vincenzo has with him seeing as you rushed that damn house of his. We know he likes a lot of guards and they all have skills, be it martial arts, some military training, or whatever shit takes his fancy. We’re looking at potential broken bones, torture, that kind of deal. I happen to like my teeth and my nails, so I’m hoping I’ll either die a quick death or not get captured. Anyway, this is only if we get to Vincenzo undetected by the MC, which has a rat. So, I can’t come out in the open until I know exactly who it is. I need to fish them out first, and then I can reappear from the dead. If they get ahold of us, before I find that bastard, Vincenzo is going to know you lied, not only that, he’s going to hunt for Bryn and for Rebekah, who are both safely tucked up in bed right now.”
“You know what? I don’t like this plan anymore.”
“We’re going with the element of surprise. You’re going to have to sneak in, Rooney. You can do it.”
“Yeah, because I’m such a pro at being able to go undetected.” I released a long breath, staring at the guns. I liked guns. They made the world go 'round, like money. Reaching in, I didn’t pick up a gun, but a knife. “You really did think of it all.”
“When guys get too close, you need something that’s quick and will kill in an instant. What better way than with a hunting knife? I’m really impressed with myself.”
I looked back toward the cabin.
No sign of Bryn.
“Let’s do this.”
“I’ll drive.”
Climbing into the passenger side, I exhaled. If I survived this shit, I promised myself and anyone who was listening above that I would work on making Bryn mine, on saying fuck the fear and just claiming her. But as it was, I couldn’t do fuck-all until I got that bastard.
All I could picture was Bryn. Her bruised body. That son of a bitch had hurt her, and I’d make him pay.
My woman. Mine.
“I’m going to marry her,” I said.
“Bryn?”
“Yeah. She’s going to belong to me.” The more I thought about it, the more I wanted it. It was like I’d been holding myself back from happiness.
“Good for you. Let’s just focus on getting out alive.”
“Are you going to marry Rebekah?”
“Of course. She’s got her studies to do first. One day, it’ll all line up and she’ll belong to me legally.”
Leaning back in the seat, I stared out into the darkness. No cars were around, and the silence was rather comforting.
“Where will you be?” I asked. No matter how much I loved the quiet, I needed to make sure our plan worked. I wasn’t going to fuck this up with any mistakes.
“I’m going to be close by. You’re going to be the distraction.”
“I can’t kill Vincenzo until you find
your rat?” I asked.
“That’s right.”
“What makes you think the rat is even going to be there?” I couldn’t help but wonder if Venom had a clue who the rat was.
“I know he’s going to be there. The club is on the warpath, hunting for you. There’s no way anyone’s going to notice he’s gone. It’s the perfect opportunity. Don’t worry, Rooney. We’ve got this.”
Chapter Twenty
Rooney
We came to stop at the side of the road, the thick woods surrounding us. Vincenzo’s house was about a ten-minute trek through the forest. We’d looked up the property details online, and I was surprised that Vincenzo didn’t have more of his shit on lockdown. We’d found blueprints of his place, the entrances and exits, even the entire layout.
We’d formulated a loose plan, one that would most likely get us killed, or severely injured, but we had to do this.
I turned and looked at Venom, watched him staring forward, his jaw working, his thoughts clearly being played out. “Are you sure about this?” He didn’t answer me right away, but then turned and faced me.
“Nope, not fucking sure about this at all, but we don’t have a choice.”
Neither of us spoke for a moment, and I played out how this would go in my head. Although we had to keep Venom’s presence hidden, at least until we flushed out the rat, he was still helping me out with this, still helping to end this.
Venom would take out some guys if need be, find a way inside, and work on shutting down the security system. Then it was up to me to find Vincenzo.
“You sure we’re not offing the fucker?” Truth was, I wanted Vincenzo dead for obvious reasons. For everything he’d done to Bryn, I wanted his life.
“I know you want him dead, and the bastard deserves to rot in the ground. But we need him alive until we can find out who the rat is. After that he’s all yours. Make that fucker suffer, brother.”
I nodded once and looked in front of me, staring at the long, deserted road. Vincenzo’s place was out in the middle of nowhere, but he kept a heavy staff of guards that patrolled the perimeter of the property. Getting inside wasn’t what worried me. That was the easy part. It was the fact that once I was in the house, finding Vincenzo and having this go our way was tricky as fuck.