Taken By The Biker (Royal Bastards MC: Charleston, WV, #6)

by Glenna Maynard

  I open my mouth and he slides in slow and precise, thick and hot. One hand on his cock and the other grips my hair. “There’s a good girl. Now you can touch yourself while I fuck your mouth, but you don’t come until I say.”

  Not coming will be a challenge. My pussy is already wet and pulsing. I’m practically dripping with need as I tweak my nipples, rubbing away the sting the spoon left me with.

  Holy unleashes his dominance using me like his filthy little rag doll made for his pleasure. Fucking my mouth hard and fast, controlling the act by the grip he has on my hair. I can hardly focus on touching my clit as my mouth burns and stretches around him with each thrust nearly taking him to the back of my throat.

  He stiffens on the verge of release and there has never been anything hotter than the way he is gazing down at me, satisfaction evident on his face. The veins in his neck, arms, and hands popping out. He starts to pump his hips again. That cross hanging around his neck beats against his chest hypnotizing me like a pendulum.

  “I’m about to come, if you don’t finish, I’ll take care of you after,” he promises, pulling out to shoot his orgasm on my lips and onto my tits. I dip my finger in his hot and sticky mess to lick it off. Salty and a bit bitter but all him and all man.

  He goes into the kitchen and returns with damp paper towels to clean up.

  “Bend over the back of the couch,” his voice comes out all husky and sexy.

  I do as he says, quivering with desire. Now he’s on his knees for me, tapping the backs of my legs for me to spread them while he jerks my undies to my ankles, kissing each one as he removes the black lace. His rough fingers massage their way up the backs of my legs to my ass. Even though I know what’s to come I’m not prepared when he gets right to it burying his face practically in my ass. His tongue punches in my sweet spot while he teases the rim of my asshole with his thumb. An unspoken promise that one day he’ll fuck me there too.

  Holy devours my pussy like it’s his first meal after being starved for days on end, and I enjoy the ride. Arching my back, pushing my ass into his awaiting thumb, riding both it and his tongue, chasing my orgasm. My nipples tighten and my clit throbs. I can’t get enough. I need him inside me. I need him to fuck me. I cry out so close and yet so far away. I’m teetering on the edge, unable to grasp that beautiful release. It’s as if he knows and is holding back to drive me crazy.

  “Fuck me,” I rasp. My plea only serves to make him suck my pussy harder and to tease my asshole with more force than before. “Oh god.” My legs tremble but he’s relentlessly working me harder and faster but it’s not enough. I want his big fat cock buried inside me. “Please,” I whisper the one word he’s been waiting for.

  I feel him smile against my ass cheek as he wipes his mouth on me. His hands slide up my sides as he goes to his feet. His weight presses down on me, his cross hanging between us. The head of his cock presses between my cheeks threatening to claim my ass first but he corrects and rubs himself back and forth across my pussy lips, getting good and wet in my juices. I’m dizzy with need. Consumed with desire.

  “Please,” I beg.

  “So beautiful, my little Honey Bee.” Finally, he shoves in. “So tight and wet for me.”

  My pussy greedily squeezes him, and I feel whole. Full. All the parts of me that have been missing for so long repaired. The puzzle pieces magically weaving back together my soul. Everything that dreams are made of comes alive with our bodies joined.

  Brushing his lips along my spine he takes his time, making me wait for him to move. And if he doesn’t fuck me soon, I’m going to combust. I push back against him, rooting him to the hilt. He groans and I moan.

  “Fuck,” he growls the word out and slides out a little only to thrust back in deeper than I thought possible. One hand on my hip and the other wrapped around my throat he fucks me. A million emotions swirl in my head and swell in my heart to the point I want to cry or possibly die from the sensory overload. There’s never been anything more right. We were born to love one another of that, I’m sure. All I want is to stay like this forever. To be owned and consumed by him. For this man to never let me go.

  I hold strong and love him back harder and fiercer than ever. My body is his instrument, and he plays and plucks every string with perfect precision. Our bodies move together like the greatest symphony ever played. My walls tighten and my toes curl.

  He slaps my ass and bites my shoulder, losing grip on his control. Heat pools in my midsection. Sweat drips down my back and between my breasts. His cross hits my skin, dragging up and down my spine, driving me crazy. I breathe in and out, panting his name like a prayer as the world slips away, and I get completely lost in the orgasm that takes hold of me. Eyes rolling back in my head I’m so dazed. White orbs flash behind my eyelids. The way he moves inside me undoes me and all the fear I’ve been holding onto disintegrates. Holy lets down my hair and gives it a yank like he’s about to use it to climb up my ivory tower.

  His teeth and fingers claim and mark my skin.

  He pounds into me deeper, harder, and rougher with every new stroke.

  His warmth coats my inner thighs as he pulls out being gentle, treating me like fine China after handling me so forceful.

  “Probably should have asked this before. You on birth control?”

  “Yup. Except its back in Nashville.”

  “Right,” he mutters. “I bet Lily can help.”

  “No.”

  “Babe, she runs a clinic shelter type thing for abused women.”

  “Good for her. I’ll be fine. If you want me to stick around you’re going to have to let me go back to my apartment for my clothes, and I can double up on my pill if I have to but if you take me today there’s no problem.”

  “You want me to drive you back today.”

  “Would make sense. I’m going to need my car. I can’t just abandon my life. I came here and did what you wanted. I met Lily. You said once we got here, I could do what I want.”

  “You’re standing here with my cum leaking out of you thinking I’m just going to what drop you back at your place like nothing happened?”

  “Never said that. I have loose ends.”

  “Like that fucker you hit with the lamp?”

  “Ugh. What? No.” I shake my head. “I need to talk to my boss. Check on Crystal. Give Jackson his keys back. I can’t simply disappear.”

  “You’ve done it before.”

  “I’ll come back. I don’t want to lose you a second time either.” I move from the couch and punch him in the chest. “Fuck you for thinking I’d just sleep with you and run. What happened to I’d patch to the other club for you? Hmm. Was that a ploy to get me to let my guard down?”

  “Maybe,” he admits without shame.

  “You’re unbelievable. No shame in your game, huh?”

  “So I hear.”

  “Asshole. I’m going back today. Either you can drive me, or I can find another ride.”

  “I’ll drive you, but first I gotta drop by the clubhouse and let Prez know.”

  “Works for me.”

  “Good, because if you haven’t figured it out yet, this is a done deal as far as I’m concerned. Get cleaned up.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  Hazel and I roll up to the clubhouse in my cage. She thinks she’s smart, but if she wants her shit, she can pile it in her car, and I’ll rent a trailer to pull it back to West Virginia. “You coming in or waiting out here?”

  “I’ll wait.”

  “If I leave the keys in you aren’t going to drive through the gate, are you?”

  She laughs and her smile is infectious. “No. I promise to behave. Cross my heart. Stick a needle in my eye.” Her hands move, acting out the old rhyme.

  “C’mere.”

  She leans across the center console, and I kiss her briefly. “I’ll be back.”

  “Hurry it up. I’m starving.”

  “All right. I’ll do my best, but if ya change your mind come on in. I’m sure there�
��s coffee.”

  I head inside and look for Prez, hoping to catch him before him and Alexa leave for his honeymoon. I don’t think he’ll oppose to my taking Hazel to get her shit, but I still need to clear my travel plans with him after taking off last week unannounced. I’ve been so caught up in finding Hazel I don’t know what’s going on this week.

  Remnants from the wedding reception are still evident in the bar. Sandman is passed out on a pool table with some big titted blonde. Banks and Danika are on one of the couches.

  I see Viking behind the bar. “Is Prez around?”

  “Might check his office. I got your crazy bitch home by the way. Did you know she’s fucking married?”

  “I did not. Really dodged a bullet with that one.”

  “Her husband pulled a gun on me when I walked her to her damn door.”

  “Fucking hell.”

  “So that was fun.”

  “I’m sorry, man.”

  “Why didn’t you say shit about your past with Hazel? Friends share shit like that.” He gives me the evil eye.

  “You mad about it?”

  He shrugs. “Just thought it would have come up in conversation considering I helped your ass find her and had to rush my ass back here. Lot of shit went down. Could have used you having my back.”

  “Noted. Viking lost his dick and sprouted a pussy.”

  “Fuck you.”

  “Need to hug it out? Come on. Bring it in.” I hold my arms out.

  He shakes his head. “If I see Prez I’ll tell him you need a word.”

  “Might want to ask if he can get you a tampon while you’re at it.”

  “Get the hell outta here.”

  I chuckle. “I hear Midol is good for when your pussy cramps.” I go to Prez’s office before Viking kicks my ass but he’s not around. I try his cell, but it goes straight to voice mail. Fuck it. I leave a note on his desk. Hell, we’ll probably be back before he notices I’m gone. He has more important shit to deal with like enjoying his wife.

  When I come out of Prez’s office, Banks is rolling Danika off him.

  I stop long enough to tell him I’m taking a trip with Hazel to let Prez know I’ll be back as soon as possible.

  “The fuck you doing, man? Running off to get hitched?”

  I grin. It’s not the worst idea he’s had. Wonder what Hazel would do if I took a detour to a chapel in the Smoky Mountains? I stroll to my cage still cheesing big. I slide into the driver’s seat and pull Hazel in for a kiss.

  “What are you so happy about? Did you rescue a kitten or something? Scare a small child?”

  “Or something. I’m in a good mood.”

  “If you say so.”

  “We stopping to eat or are you cool with hitting a drive-thru?”

  “I’m cool eating on the go.”

  I stop off for gas and swing through a fast-food joint for a couple of sausage biscuits and coffee. Once we get on the freeway Hazel starts fiddling with my radio.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Finding something decent to listen to.”

  “Have a few rules I think we need to go over. No one drives my cage but me.”

  “Cage?”

  “Yeah. Cars and trucks don’t hold the same freedom of a motorcycle, so we call them cages.”

  “Interesting.”

  “You think its dumb.”

  “Kind of.” She grimaces.

  “It’s ok, Hazel. You’re a cager, we’ll work on that.”

  “Why does it seem like you insulted me?”

  “Back to the rules of being my passenger. No touching my stereo.”

  “No fair.”

  “You always had horrible taste in music.”

  “I had a boy band phase. You can’t hold it against me forever.”

  “Says you. I’ve heard you sing and as much as I love you I can’t in good conscience subject my ears to that horror.”

  “Okay if that’s how you want to play this. I can’t in good faith allow your dick anywhere near my vagina nor my mouth anytime soon. I think I’m about to start my period.”

  “That’s what anal is for but the blood will only make ya wetter. Either way I win.”

  “Eww.”

  I shrug and decide I don’t want to think about bloody period sex while I’m eating, but I’ll fuck Hazel period or not.

  “Tell me more about these biker world rules. If I’m going to be an Ol’ Lady, it’s only fair I know the proper etiquette.”

  “We already went over this, but I think I should cover it again. When we’re around any of my brothers you don’t question me. What I say is law. If you disagree with something you can say your peace on it when we’re behind closed doors. It’s a respect thing. You see a brother messing with someone who isn’t his woman you keep your mouth shut. Their relationship is none of your business. When a brother is at the clubhouse, he doesn’t need to be worried about looking over his shoulder. Don’t have to like it or agree with it, but that’s the way of it.” I glance over at her already knowing where her train of thought is headed.

  “So, you guys cheat on your wives and girlfriends?”

  “Not everyone is that way but yeah some men fuck around with cut sluts. Women who hang around the club who love to fuck a patched brother.”

  “And the Ol’ Ladies accept this?”

  “Most of them think their man would never step out, and usually they don’t, but shit happens on occasion.”

  “Should I be worried or are you going to ask me to turn the other cheek while you get your rocks off with whoever?”

  “Not my style. Wouldn’t want you to pull that shit on me. I respect you too much.”

  “Hmm.”

  “You need to trust me. If this is going to work, we gotta be on the same page. You need to know that there will be shit I can’t talk to you about and you can’t get all pissy about it. If I say something is club business the conversation ends there.”

  “I’m not sure I’m cut out to be a biker’s woman. I don’t take shit and I talk back.”

  “That’s why you’ll fit right in.”

  “I am so confused right now. Don’t give you lip in public, but I can throw sass at you all day long behind closed doors. Got it.”

  “I mean not all day. I can think of a lot of ways to spend your time.”

  “Let me guess they all involve ways and places for you to fuck me.”

  “Another thing. You gotta get my brand on you.”

  “Like they do to cattle?”

  “No, my ink. A tattoo.”

  “Will it have your name on it? Girls at Night Moves always told me never get a man’s name tattooed on my body. That never works out. It’s like bad juju or whatever.”

  “I’m not just any man, babe. I’m the man who is going to marry you.”

  “Marriage?”

  “Yup. Real deal. Want to make you mine in every way.”

  “Tattoos and marriage, that’s some serious sobering talk.”

  “I know what I want. Would marry you today.”

  “You know just like that after a few days with me?”

  “I’ve always known. You trust me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Enough to take a leap of faith and do something a little crazy?”

  “Are you saying you want to marry me, Beni?”

  “No. I’m telling you that I’m going to whether it’s today, next week, or in five years. When a man knows he knows. No questions. No doubt. Simple as that.”

  “So what? We just go get married and not tell anyone? I move to West Virginia and be your Ol’ Lady. Then what?”

  “We live that beautiful life we deserve.”

  “It’s insane.”

  “Yup.”

  “A big ask.”

  “Again. I’m not asking.”

  “You’d do it today?”

  I steer with one hand and take her left in my right. I brush my thumb over her ring finger. “You marry me, and I’ll put a diamond around you
r finger and your throat.”

  “Like a diamond collar? You’re crazy.”

  “Think we’ve established that.”

  She blows out a breath and stares out the window.

  “Think about it.”

  “I have a feeling if I fall asleep around you, I’m going to wake up married.” Hazel returns her attention back to me. “I guess this is only a matter of when and not if, huh?”

  “Now it’s soaking in.”

  “Do you need permission to marry me?”

  “Now you’re fishing for excuses. Give me a month. You decide you want out, I’ll let you walk.”

  “Just like that.”

  I nod.

  “Okay.”

  “Perfect timing.” I grin and take the exit for Gatlinburg. I pull out my cell and dial Easton Reed. “Need a favor. Where did you take Wylla Mae when you eloped?”

  “Who’s getting hitched?”

  “Keep it to yourself for now, but I am.”

  “Prez’s niece?”

  “Yup?”

  “Is this a joke?”

  “Am I laughing?”

  “Shit, man. Congrats. Fucking real happy for you.”

  He texts me the info I need.

  Hazel doesn’t think I’m serious about this. Thinks I’m fucking around.

  I drive up to the courthouse and park.

  “What the hell are we doing?”

  “Getting our marriage license.”

  “Um...don’t we need birth certificates? Take a blood test? I mean you need an appointment for this sort of thing, right?”

  “All we need is a license and a preacher. You have your driver’s license in your purse.”

  “Fine. You want to marry me? Let’s get married.”

  I climb out of the vehicle and go around to open Hazel’s door.

  “Why are you pouting? I thought women love this kind of shit.”

  “I’m not. Let’s get this over with.”

  “You’re making it sound like a chore.”

  “I...is this real?”

  “My wanting to marry you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Wouldn’t fuck around about something this permanent. I want you in every way I can have you. You’re the one I want to build a life with. Have babies with. Grow old with.”