“Then take me home, biker.”
“You wanna ride on the back of my bike or drive yourself?”
“The boys can bring my baby home. I’m with you.”
“Damn fuckin’ straight you are.”
I set her down beside my bike and I climb on. She slides on behind me and wraps her arms around my hips, then her hand slips lower to cup me in my jeans.
“You best hang on tight, little girl. Don’t want you fallin’ off on me,” I say.
She squeezes my junk and all of the blood in my body pools in my dick. I start the engine, lifting up to flip the kickstand, then I settle into my seat and rev the throttle. We’re just passing the garage when Jupiter decides she can’t wait for home and grips over my dick. I almost run off the goddamn road.
“Pull over!” she shouts in my ear.
I do as the lady asks and pull over beside the water tower. “You okay, darlin’?”
“No.”
“What’s wrong?”
She climbs off the bike and strips off her shirt. She’s only wearing a thin lace bra and anyone could come by and see her.
I run a hand over my beard and eye her appreciatively. “Not that I don’t appreciate the view, but what the fuck are you doin’, baby girl?”
She takes my hand and presses it against her tit. I palm the soft flesh, paying particular attention to her nipple. I roll it between my thumb and forefinger and she bites her lip. “I want you, Tennessee, and I can’t wait until we get home.”
My lips quirk up in a smile. “Well shit, Tink. You don’t need to tell me twice.” I grab her waist and pull her closer, but she darts out of my grasp.
“Not here. Up there.” She points, and I follow her finger with my gaze. Shit.
“You got a death wish? Or are you just tryin’ to kill me?”
She unclasps her bra and tosses it in my direction before running off. I sigh and lift up to flip the kickstand down, and then I grab the satchel with her money in it because I ain’t an idiot, and I follow behind her.
This bitch is gonna get me killed, but it’s worth it just to see her pert little ass climbing the ladder above me. I take a deep breath and focus my gaze on the rungs and not the ground below as I climb. She’s already at the top, hanging over the railing with her perfect tits on display for the whole goddamn town to see. Thank fuck everyone’s in bed or at the racetrack, because that’s a whole lotta people I’d have to kill for ogling my girl.
Jupiter hollers and I finally make it up the top only to have her barrel into me and almost push me backward off the edge. She throws her arms around me and leans up on her tiptoes to kiss me. I let the satchel fall to our feet and pull her tight against me, plunging my tongue in deep until she’s squirming and moaning against my mouth.
“Jesus, woman. I should convince you to race more often. You’re a fucking wildcat afterwards.”
Her eyes twinkle in the moonlight. “I like to win.”
“Yeah, babe. I got that.”
“I bet I can come first.”
“Well, that’s one race I’ll make sure you win every time.”
She pulls away and unbuttons her jean shorts, shimmying them down her hips, along with her panties.
“Fuck. You are fifty goddamn shades of crazy, baby.”
She laughs. “Your turn.”
I reach between my shoulder blades and grab the back of my shirt, then I pull it over my head, tossing it at our feet. I unbutton my jeans and peel them off. Her greedy hands explore my body as if she couldn’t wait to touch it. I let her. Once upon a time it would have killed me to let a woman run her hands over my scarred flesh like this, but she changed all that.
Jupiter grabs my dick and I thrust my hips, pushing myself deeper into her hand. I sit and pull her into my lap, leaning forward to suck her perky little nipples into my mouth. She throws her head back, undulating her hips as I slide my dick against that fucking gorgeous wet pussy.
She reaches between us and guides me inside her. Her walls are tight and slick around me, and after watching her race and throw caution to the wind and strip naked in the middle of Main Street, I’m almost a breaking point. She clenches, and I’m about to lose it, but I’ll be damned if I prove Ruin and Sterling right in saying I can’t keep up. Tink is gonna be just as worn out as I am when we’re done here.
I grab her ass and pump into her, fucking her so hard her moans turn to a series of broken beats. And when her sharp breaths tell me she’s close, I slow it down and slip my hand between us, stroking her clit with my thumb. She explodes around me, her pussy milking my dick as I fuck her through her orgasm. I come hard, bucking up into her as she gyrates, and the pressure from my thumb on her clit and my dick inside her must push her over the edge again because she throws her head back as her body jerks with another intense release.
I spill inside her, thick jets of creamy cum painting her insides. Her arms go lax around my neck and she laughs. I run my hands up her back and press her torso to my chest. Her entire body shakes.
“I can’t tell if you’re trembling from the quick, hard fucking or if you’re just cold.”
“I’m f-freezing.” Her teeth chatter and I pull her into my lap. Then I remember I have a solution to her cold problem. “I got you somethin’.”
“You did?”
“Uh-huh.” I pull the leather jacket from the satchel and hold it up before her. “I know how you feel about the ol’ lady patch, so I made a few adjustments.”
The middle of the jacket holds the Kings of Carnage logo—just like all the bikers and ol’ ladies wear—but I figured she’d appreciate the improvements.
She gasps and runs her hands over the stitching that reads, “Property of No One,” and then below, where I had a seamstress create a rocker of my own that reads, “Except Bear.”
She laughs and runs her fingers over that patch too. And then throws her arms around my neck and kisses me. “I fucking love it.”
I drape the jacket over her shoulders. “I fuckin’ love you, darlin’.”
Her smile sets my whole damn world alight, and then she opens her mouth, closes it again, and then blurts, “Quick question, though? What would you say to another pain-in-the-ass Jones?”
I quirk a brow, not following where she’s going with this.
“Or they could take your last name.” She frowns. “You do have a last name, don’t you?”
“Tink, what the fuck are you on about?”
“I’m pregnant.”
“What? How?”
“Well, I think it may have been that time when I was dragged kicking and screaming into an alley during the Rhythm and Ribs festival, or maybe it was when I was attacked by an evil biker who got a swift wrench to the head and I ended up sharing a cabin with this obnoxious, misogynistic asshole who happened to be really good with his hands and knocked me up when I left my birth control at home.”
“Seriously?”
She nods and bites her bottom lip to hide her smile.
“You’re not fucking with me?”
Tink shakes her head. “It’s really early. Like those lines were almost nonexistent but ... surprise! You’re going to be a daddy. I mean ... a father figure.”
“Holy shit.” I rake a hand through my hair. “Holy fucking shit!”
A furrow forms between her brows. “Are you happy?”
I search her gaze. “Are you?”
“I was a little shocked at first, but I kind of like the idea.”
“Yeah?”
“Mm-hmm.” She shrugs. “I mean, we could always use more help around the garage.”
I chuckle and pull her close. “You’re gonna be so fucking hot carrying my baby.”
She frowns. “I’m going to look like a pregnant child.”
“Tink, don’t take this the wrong way, but with an ass like yours, no one will mistake you for a child.”
“You called me jailbait when we met.”
“To piss you off.”
“And what about
‘baby girl?’”
“I only call you that when you need a good spanking.”
She screws up her nose. “You call me that all the time.”
“Exactly.” I chuckle. “You’re all fucking mine, and you’re fucking trouble all of the time, baby girl.”
She smiles so wide, I’m worried her pretty face might crack. Her hands wind around my neck and she rocks her hips, her sweet pussy hugging my dick.
“Jesus Christ, woman. You really are going to fuckin’ kill me.”
“Maybe, but you love it.”
“Yes, ma’am, I do. Now, slide that pretty pussy over my cock and ride me hard before I put you over my knee again.”
She grins and does exactly as I order. “Whatever you say, biker.”
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READ ON FOR A SAMPLE FROM KICK, SAVAGE SAINTS MC #1
PROLOGUE
The metallic click of a bullet sliding through a chamber wakes me. My eyes spring open, but the bite of cold metal against my temple forces me to hold completely still.
Until I see her, bound and gagged on the worn motel carpet.
Her eyes are wide with fear. Her body quakes as Tag kneels behind her. Her face is contorted with pain. Tears stream down her red cheeks. Her mouth gapes open in horror around the gag. Her eyes stare accusingly at me.
I explode.
I don’t think. Just act.
Too damn bad I wasn’t quick enough.
Too bad I wasn’t enough to save her.
CHAPTER ONE
KICK
I jolt upright. Sweat beads my brow and I wipe it away with the back of my hand. Ivy sits up, her long dark hair trailing over my shoulder as she wraps her naked body around me. She kisses my neck, presses her warm tits into my back and slides her hand around to my cock, which is harder than fucking concrete. That’s the really sick thing about it. No matter how many times I relive the dream, the end result is always the same. Has been for years. I see her bound and gagged with a gun at her temple and I wake up hornier than a fucking bitch in heat. I shove at Ivy’s small, expert hands and stand, causing her to lose her balance.
I grab a pack of smokes from the bedside table and light up. Down the hall, the party’s still going strong. Who am I fuckin’ kidding? At the Savage Saints clubhouse, every night is a fuckin’ party. There’s always an endless supply of hard liquor, even harder drugs and slippery pussy that’ll ride your cock until you can’t get hard no more.
I look at the club whore in my bed. Perfect tits, perfect arse, perfect fucking face. She coulda been a model, or a Hollywood starlet. Instead she’s passed around between the brothers, used and abused. And what’s more? She fucking loves it.
“What are you doing here, darlin’?” I ask, ’Cause I can’t for the life of me see how hanging around a club full of arsehole and degenerate criminals is the kind of career move a smart young woman should make.
“Hoping you come back to bed.” Her eyes follow the line of my torso, rolling over every inch of hard-won muscle. She holds out her hand for my smoke, but I just laugh and shake my head. She pouts.
“Get up. Go home.” I throw a short leather skirt and a ripped up Harley-Davidson top at her. I can’t find her underwear, but then again, Ivy doesn’t ever really wear it. “Go and get a job in a fucking coffee shop, or some shit. You need away from this club, sweetheart.”
“I happen to like this club,” she says, tossing that shit she calls clothing aside and coming up on her knees. Her hand wraps around my lagging dick, sliding over the barbell in my frenum. She smiles triumphantly when my cock hardens in her soft grip. “And I’d rather get you up.”
“You like being treated like a whore, darlin’?” I nip at her neck as she strokes me, faster, harder.
“I like being treated like your whore.”
“Stupid girl.” I grunt and take a drag of my cigarette, cupping her nape in my hand. I pull her close and cover her mouth with mine, blowing smoke into her lugs. She gags and wrenches free, her eyes watering.
“I hate when you do that.”
“I know.” I chuckle.
“That bitch really did a number on you, huh, Kick?”
My hand shoots out and slips around her throat. “You don’t get to say shit about her, you got me?”
Ivy swallows. The muscles of her throat bob against my hand as I tighten my grip. Her eyes widen in fear. I smile. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m not gonna strangle you. It’d be more trouble than it’s worth, trying to get rid of the body.” I slide my free hand over her tits, twisting her nipple, hard.
“You’re hurting me.”
“But that’s the way you like it, isn’t it, baby? Rough and hard. Just the way your daddy used to give it to you.” I squeeze her firm arse, raking my blunt fingernails across her smooth fles
h. She arches into my touch, her tits thrusting forward, firm nipples brushing my chest.
“Oh, yeah.” She moans. “Hurt me, Daddy.”
“You’re one sick bitch, Ivy, you know that right?” I shake my head, sliding my fingers down the seam of her crack. She spreads her legs wider for me. I thrust a dry finger in her arse, and my thumb inside her cunt. She moans and rocks against my hand until she comes, slapping and scratching at my bare chest. I tighten my hold around her neck, watching her gasp for air as she rides out the remainder of her orgasm.
With my hand wrapped around her throat I pull her closer, smother her mouth with my kiss, and then I fuck her. For hours. In every hole she possesses, and in every position possible because the bitch is hot, and not just that, beyond the gorgeous tits, and hair, and that broken down look she gets in her eyes right before she comes, squeezing my cock with her pussy harder than a vice. It’s because I recognise something in her. Something more than her fucked-up daddy fantasies and her innate need to be used up. I recognise loneliness. And the fact that she may just be the one other person inside this clubhouse who is as fucked in the head as I am.
My brothers kick her out when she begins sobbing like a little girl. They can’t wait to be rid of her. After they’ve used up every hole she has to offer, they discard her like trash. But not me. I like to watch her cry. I taste her tears. I relish them. Because pain is beauty, at least in my world. And everything in my world is pain.
Has been since the morning I woke with a gun pressed to my head.
Since her life was snuffed out.
CHAPTER TWO
KICK
I shrug off the frosty fuckin’ reception I receive from Prez and my brothers as I walk into church, and I flop down in my chair beside Tank, a dude with short dark hair, bright blue eyes and a frame a hell of a lot bigger than any other I’ve ever seen, way bigger than Moose ever dreamed of being. I’m late because after fucking all night, Ivy had decided she wanted to snort coke off the end of my cock at the arse crack of dawn. It took forever to come.
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