by Faye Byrd
“You’re what’s best for me,” I reply without skipping a beat. “Whatever the fuck’s going on, we face it together.”
“What if they get to you?” he asks, his voice breaking. “Like last time.”
My eyes fall closed at the pain in his tone, but when they reopen, I’m reinvigorated. “There’s a shit ton better chance of that happening away from you than with you.”
“I’ve already failed you once,” he murmurs, his eyes roaming my face. “I’d die if it happened again.”
“Okay.” I blow out a shaky breath. “Then teach me how to defend myself.”
He snort-chuckles. “You’re already a badass, babe.”
“I know this.” I smirk, licking my lips to fuck with him. “But I mean really defend myself. Kick a dude’s ass defend myself.”
His eyes are on my lips when he replies. “That’s an option I hadn’t considered.”
“Option enough to make you stop acting like a fucking idiot?” I ask, jutting my chest out just a tiny bit farther.
He notices. His eyes fall to the curve of my breasts before smashing closed as he sighs. “You’re evil, Miss Dawson,” he rasps, his hand tracing up my side and brushing my tit. “You’d use sex to make me override my better senses?”
I grip his nape, bringing his face down to my level. “I’d use sex to stop my Lion from making the worst mistake of his life.” I press a kiss to his pouty lips and pull away. “Of our lives.”
“Jesus, Randi.” He groans as I press my body against his. “Training. Three days a week. I expect you to give it every-fucking-thing you got plus ten more percent. There must be no doubts that you can take care of yourself.”
“Done.” My eyes spark with fire at the thought of working out with my buff Lion. “Now show me you mean it. Prove that you want to keep me, Enzo.”
“Always,” he breathes, lifting me by my thighs and carrying me to the bed. “I’ll never let you go.”
“Forgive me if I don’t believe you after this fucking fiasco.”
“Then I’ll prove it.” He tosses me to the bed. “Over and over and over.”
“Just one thing,” I murmur, spreading my legs wide. “Go brush your teeth first.”
SEVEN
Kicking Ass
ENZO
“Again!” I snap, nudging her with the mitt. “Keep ‘em coming. Don’t stop!”
“I’m tired,” she whines, shrugging me off.
“No,” I bark, glaring. “You don’t get to be fucking tired. A goddamn kidnapper won’t care if you’re tired. Now, let’s do this.” I push her again, knocking her back a foot. “Come at me!”
“Stop it,” she snaps, anger rising in her tone. “I said I need a fucking break.”
“You can take a break when you’ve taken me down.” I nudge her again, harder this time. “Or is it that you can’t?” She crosses her arms, trying to distract me with her tits, but I refuse to look down. “That’s not gonna work, babe.” I smirk, even though my cock twitches at the thought of her luscious tits on display.
“Really,” she says, uncrossing her arms and running a gloved hand down to cup one perky tit. “Not even this?”
“Take. Me. Down.” It’s a plea and a command at the same time. We’ve been working out for three weeks now, and our sessions ending with fuckhot sex isn’t out of the norm, but it’s time she gets pushed beyond what’s comfortable for her. “This session won’t be over until yo—”
She charges, lodging my words in my throat as I throw out the mitts to collect her punches. She’s pissed, on fucking fire as I bat away her every attempt to get close to me. Left, right, dodge a kick to the shin, start all over again.
Sweat beads on her brow and rolls down her cheeks, soaked bleach-blonde hair clings to her neck like vines, and cheeks burn red with anger. She’s a devil out to get me, and it’s still not enough. I need her to be able to topple a man my fucking size, and this session won’t end until she can.
“Is that all you got, little girl?” I taunt, leering at her heaving chest.
Ever since someone came after her in Redding, my nerves have been wrecked. It’s a constant battle in my head to keep her because the urge to send her away still rages strong. She’d probably slit my throat as I slept if she knew, but all I want is for her to live, and being with me lessens those chances. It’s a hard fucking pill to swallow, and I’m still not sure I really could let her go. My chest would split open and my heart would leap out and follow.
“Wimp.” I press forward, forcing her back a few steps. “You can do better than this, Randi. Pretend I’m trying to take you. Fight for your fucking life!” She screams then, charging toward me, fists slinging. It’s still not quite enough, but seeing her so determined makes my cock swell. “I’m about to take you. I’m going to throw you down on this mat and take what doesn’t belong to me. Stop me, Randi! Make me regret even thinking about it.”
“That’s it,” she grunts, unleashing all her furor on me.
It’s fucking glorious to watch her unload, and then when she has me thoroughly distracted, she wraps her gloved hands around my neck and crashes our lips together. All my defenses fall as I get swept up in the kiss. And that’s when she lets me have it. Without missing a fucking beat, she hooks her calf behind my legs and plants both hands on my chest, pushing.
I trip and land on my ass. “You fucking sneak.”
“A girl has to win somehow.” She drops before me, and her eyes spark with excitement. “Now take me, Lion. Take what doesn’t belong to you.”
I draw in a shuddering breath.
My dirty girl wants to play.
Without missing a beat, I reach out and grip her wrists in a tight hold, my cold persona already slipped into place. “Now look what you’ve done, bitch.” My voice is cold and my glare is hard. “You thought you could escape? That I’d let this opportunity pass?” I push her to her back on the mat and straddle her waist. “Not on your fucking life.”
She struggles weakly, unable to sell her part. “Get off of me.”
I chuckle, leaning down to whisper in her ear. “I need more than that, Randi. Fight me.”
She starts struggling in earnest then. Her hands strike out, claws first, as she tries to reach my eyes. I wrangle them together, gripping both wrists in one large hand and using the other to rip her tank from her body. Her hips buck upward, and my cock pulses in my sweats.
I flip her struggling body and press her cheek against the mat. She wriggles beneath me, turning the excitement up a notch. I use my free hand to grip her leggings and panties and drag them down her luscious limbs. It’s not easy, but it shouldn’t be. She’s not fighting anywhere near like she would if the situation were real, but it isn’t, so it’s not a big deal. She’s sputtering half-hearted curse words, and at this point, I don’t have a single fuck to give about the game. Her bare ass is too enticing, and I’m aching to ram my cock between her succulent lips.
“I told you.” My voice is gruff and throaty as I try my damnedest to stay in character. “This pussy is mine, bitch.” She arches her ass into the air, and I lift, pushing down the band on my sweats and freeing my throbbing cock. I smack her on her delectable cheeks with it. “You feel that? You know you want it.”
I shift back, pushing her legs open and she doesn’t try to fight me—which she should, but we’re both over it. She’s eager and wet, and I waste no time before plunging my cock inside. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll never think of another man again.”
“Fuck you,” she mumbles, reigniting the game. “I’ll slit your throat for this, you dirty bastard.”
“Maybe you will.” I thrust my hips and bury my cock deep. “But this is worth it. To see you helpless beneath me while my cock fills that pretty little pussy.” I grunt my pleasure as I pivot my hips. “You know you want it.”
A moan pushes through her lips, and I draw my hand back, delivering a slap to the side of her ass. “Ahhh,” she cries, her voice soft and husky. “Don’t stop.�
�� I lean forward, fisting her hair and yanking her neck back as I clamp my teeth on the tender flesh of her shoulder. “Oh, god. Please.”
“Please what, Randi?” I whisper, my tongue snaking out to twirl in her ear as I pivot my cock in and out of her tight pussy. “Are you ready to come on my cock?”
Her walls tighten, and I thrust harder, working overtime to drive my girl to completion. She kicked ass today. Yeah, she tried to give up, but when push came to shove, she dug deep and used her talents to her advantage. She knocked me on my ass, and that’s a good day for any training session.
“Fuck, babe,” I rasp, pushing deep, deeper, deepest. “I need to hear you scream my name.”
“Ahhh,” she moans, fisting the mat. “There … please.”
I zero in on where she needs me most and push my cock in and out, thrusting against the same spot over and over. Her thighs snap closed and her body goes rigid, encasing my cock in an even tighter cocoon. I’m barely hanging on by a thread as her pussy begins convulsing. I grit my teeth and fight like hell to maintain the slim control I have left.
“Ennn …” Her attempt to say my name is cut off by the pleasure that courses through her, so I fist her hair and tug, pulling her back into my reality. “Ahhh … Enzo,” she moans, and I’m on the brink. “Enzooooooo.”
Her final scream is all it takes to send me spiraling. I slam my eyes closed and bright light bursts behind my lids as euphoria rushes through me in pulsing waves. My mind goes blank of everything but this feeling that’s rushing through my veins. It centers in my groin and radiates outward until my entire body is a pulsing lump of jelly. I collapse, partially on top of my girl, my cock still trapped inside her.
“Jesus fuck, babe,” I breathe, brushing her sweat-soaked hair away so I can connect with her satiated eyes. “That was so fucking good.”
“Isn't it always?” she says, her husky voice causing my cock to twitch. “Hell no.” She wiggles, forcing me to slip out of her and dumping me to the side. “I have an interview this afternoon, so I need to get a shower.”
“I could join you.” My grin is salacious, but my girl likes me that way.
She rolls her eyes, tweaking my tank covered nipple. “Next time I wanna see some ink and metal.”
I run a lone finger down her side and watch as chills race across her bare skin. “You’re not supposed to be ogling your attacker.”
“Maybe if my attacker wasn’t so fucking hot.” She lifts a sexy brow, shrugging. “You better hope you don’t have some evil twin out there who tries to pull me to the dark side. You’ll be fucked.”
I bark a laugh at her weird mind. “Is that what you want, babe? You like me dark and dangerous?”
She licks her lips. “I like you any way I can get you.”
“Same.”
I lean in and shove my tongue down her throat. As hot as the sex is, I was disconnected from some of the best parts of her. Her bouncy tits are fucking fabulous and her mouth is a luscious cavern of suck-me-into-oblivion sensation. Having her beneath me and disconnected is okay once in a while, but it’s not ideal. I miss out on so fucking much.
“You’re so good at that.” She pulls away with a breathy sigh. “I need to get dressed.”
“By all means.” I wave my hand for her to go ahead and tuck my cock back into my sweats. “I’ll have a front row seat.”
She moves to a sitting position, first searching out her tights and then narrowing her eyes on her obliterated tank. Before she can bitch and moan, I pull my white one off and toss it to her. It lands on her head, and she snatches it off, swiveling in my direction.
Her eyes are on fire and she’s ready to let loose, but she chokes on her words when her gaze lands on my flexing pecs. All her ire dies on the spot because just above my right nipple is a swirly elegant R. She turns to mush every time she sees it.
With a deep sigh, she shakes her head and grabs her clothes, strutting her fine naked ass across the room and into the bathroom. I flop back with a husky chuckle. Damn, I don’t know what I’d do without her.
It’s too scary to contemplate.
“Yo, yo,” that little shit shouts, banging on the door. “Can I come in?”
I laugh to myself. He’s learned his lesson about barging in where he hasn’t been invited. Yeah, I wanna gouge his fucking eyes out for seeing my girl’s naked flesh, but the hell she heaped on him afterward was enough to almost make it worth it.
“You can come in, Joshua,” I call out, standing.
He peeks his head around the door, still wary. “You sure?”
“Come the fuck on in.” I wave my hand. “And get your gloves on. I’m in just the right mood for your punk ass.”
“Boys,” Randi says from behind me. I didn’t realize she was back. “Don’t hurt him.” She points at me as she lifts to her tiptoes to give me a kiss to my cheek. “I’m heading over to the clubhouse to take a shower. I expect to see you before I leave.”
“This won’t take long.” I smirk in Joshua’s direction. “I’ll give you about twenty minutes, then I’ll walk over.” I grab her ass and pull her body against mine. “If I get over there before you’re dressed, the shower will be a waste.”
She giggles, that rare sound that only comes when she’s been freshly fucked. “This is not what you’re supposed to be teaching him.”
“He can hear you,” Joshua sing-songs, and my girl glares at his ass.
“Never mind,” she says, bringing her eyes back to mine. “You can kick his punk ass.”
“Done, babe.” I toss my head back and laugh loudly. “Now, go before I keep you with me.” I squeeze her ass and step back. “Hurry.”
I can’t pay attention to anything else as I watch her hips sway across the room. It isn’t until she’s out the door that I realize the little fucker beside me has drool dribbling from his chin. I mean, I get that shit, but damn, does he not have any shame?
I give him a shove on my way to grab the mitts. “You’re gonna pay for ogling my girl.”
The cocky little shit smirks, lifting his gloved hands. “Bring it.”
EIGHT
Puzzle Pieces
RANDI
Enzo’s hands cover mine as he shows me how to release the clutch and slowly pull back on the throttle. It’s not the first time he’s tried to teach me, but I haven’t been able to pick this up very well. I usually end up freaking out and spinning the fucking tire. I’m not sure I was made to drive a motorcycle, especially a heavy ass one like he rides.
“Feel my hands, babe,” he murmurs, his lips right next to my ear. “Slowly twist the throttle as you ease off of the clutch.”
At this point, I only keep trying because of this right here. My Lion is pressed up against me, caging me between his strong arms and thighs, speaking lowly in my ear. I mean, I’d be a fool to turn it down.
He expertly takes off, rumbling across the lot in one smooth, fluid motion. I’d be jealous if it was anyone else, but with Enzo, it only makes me proud to be his girl. There’s nothing he can’t do to perfection, which makes me one lucky gal.
“You ready to bring her to a halt?” He pulls his hands away, dropping one onto my thigh and digging the other down between my pussy and the seat to cup me tightly.
I take a shuddering breath as I work hard to ignore the flickers of want pulsing through me and focus on the task at hand. “That’s mean,” I yell over the rumble of the bike. “How do you know I’m not going to crash us?”
“I trust you.”
His lips are still at my ear, and this time he snakes out his tongue and swirls it around my lobe. The fact that we’re not wearing helmets give him all the access he needs to drive me mad, to bring us and the bike down if he isn’t careful.
“Ease off the throttle and pull in the clutch.” His raspy voice causes everything to clench. “Now the brake.”
My fist tightens on the throttle even as I relieve the pressure, and the fingers reaching for the clutch are tense with the need to explore his taut
flesh. I work to loosen my left hand and spread my fingers out to reach for the brake and pull it slowly, but teeth latch on to my lobe, causing me to slam us to a stop.
His feet drop down to hold up the bike, but not before shifting it into neutral. Spinning to face him is a practiced move, as these sessions always end this way. Thick thighs keep us from eating the concrete, sturdy hands grip my waist, and hungry lips meet mine in a clash of soft and hard.
Light and Dark.
Hell and … well, hellette.
“Ah, hum.” Joshua clears his throat loudly from off to the side, and it only makes me shove my tongue deeper down Enzo’s throat. The kid’s been anxiously awaiting his turn, so I make an extra effort to stall him a minute longer. “Come on, guys,” he finally whines, sounding every bit like the fourteen-year-old boy he is. “It’s my turn now.”
Enzo’s chuckle rumbles its way into our kiss, and I know the jig is up. Reluctantly, I tug my mouth away and spear the annoying little brat with a glare. “Maybe I’ll rethink encouraging Enzo to let you spend time around here.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” he challenges, the smirking little fucker.
And I wouldn’t. He’s a good kid, if not a little annoying, and Enzo’s the person he needs to keep him on the straight and narrow. Well, as straight and narrow as life in an MC can be. He’ll be kept away from the worser aspects for some time to come.
“I wouldn’t.” I tilt my head toward the bike. “Show me how it’s done.”
His lips stretch into a wide, toothy grin. “You got it.”
Like an eager little puppy, he hurries toward Enzo, who holds out his hands and speaks in a calm tone. “Slow down, little Lion. We have all afternoon.”
My heart thumps harder when I hear Enzo refer to him in such an affectionate way. We may’ve agreed to not bring any kids into this world, but that doesn’t mean my ovaries can’t tighten when I see him being fatherly to one that’s already here. It produces a visceral feeling inside me that almost makes me want to change my mind.
As Joshua takes my spot in front of Enzo on the bike, I move over to where Mad Dog is watching the show. Hopping up, I sit beside him on the fender of his ’72 Chevelle. It’s a little rusty, but it runs like a charm and it’s big enough for him to haul Rhonda and Katie around at the same time.