Stone (Knights Corruption MC Series Book 2)

by S. Nelson

  After I’d come back down, he moved up my body until he hovered over me again, his lips so close he drove me crazy with desire. “Taste yourself on me,” he urged, pressing his lips to mine, opening so I could do as he commanded. My arousal was sweet on his tongue, and I accepted him, teasing and tormenting him as much as he allowed.

  When he’d had enough torture, he parted my thighs with his knee, reached down with his hand, and touched my clit. I jerked. “Too sensitive?” He laughed. All I could do was nod, ripe with anticipation knowing he was going to bury himself inside me in no time at all. Leaning close to my ear, his warm breath kissed my lobe before he spoke. “Are you ready for me to fuck you now? Wanna feel me deep inside you?” His whispers made me shiver in delight. So eager for the thrill of it, I couldn’t answer. Instead, I thrust my hips upward, pleading with my body instead of with my words.

  “Nope. Not good enough. I wanna hear you say it.” His beard tickled my throat, but the sensation was quickly replaced when he sucked on my neck, teasing me with his sweet kisses and soft bites. “And don’t leave anything out.”

  Trying to catch my breath, I finally spoke the words he asked for. “I want your big—” I latched onto his ass and pulled him closer “—thick cock so deep inside me it hurts. I want you to fuck me like you hate me.” Apparently, it was the right thing to say because, before my next heartbeat, he pushed inside me in one quick, rough thrust.

  “Put your hands above your head and don’t lower them.” Excited, I did as I was told. We’d experimented in bondage play before, but seeing as how neither one of us knew we were going to end up in bed tonight, he wasn’t prepared. I guessed my compliance would have to do.

  I loved when Stone ordered me around in the bedroom. Outside . . . not so much, but in there he could do practically anything he wanted to me and I would be ready, willing, and able. I trusted him wholeheartedly not to hurt me or push me too far. He could read my body better than I could, a feat which baffled me each and every time.

  When my arms were firmly in place, he kissed me before lowering his head and drawing a nipple into his mouth. His teeth grazed over the tip and I stiffened, the bite of pain always catching me off guard, but when his tongue stroked the tight bud, all pleasure returned tenfold. He teased my other nipple the same way, bringing me to the brink right away.

  “It’s been forever since I’ve been inside you, so I’m gonna fuck you hard and fast. But rest assured, you’ll be coming again before I finish.” No more words were spoken before he stayed true to his declaration and quickly moved inside me. He withdrew until only his tip remained, then forced himself all the way back in, seating himself to the hilt.

  He did this over and over, until he no longer pulled out, just fucked me like a man possessed. Hitching my right leg over the crook of his arm, he was in deeper than before, dragging himself along every sensitive nerve. I felt my body ramping up for its release, and no matter how much I tried to dismiss it, wanting our escapade to last as long as possible, there was no way to stop it. I climbed higher and higher, until I perched right on the very edge of the cliff. My cries and whimpers told him I was so close; he just needed to reach between our bodies and stroke me, sending me on a freefall to the desire swirling below.

  As if reading my mind—or better yet, my body—his fingers connected with my over-sensitive clit, teasing me with the perfect amount of pressure until my pussy clamped down all around him.

  “Lincoln!” I cried out in the heat of the moment, clutching the headboard to anchor myself. “I’m coming. Oh, God . . . I’m coming so hard,” I sputtered, unable to inhale a full breath.

  “I can feel you exploding, baby,” he rasped, bringing his lips down to meet mine while he chased his own release. His kiss was demanding, so full of urgency it was overwhelming, but in the best way possible. His body finally bucked in release as his hot seed quickly filled me. Little did he know he’d already planted a part of himself inside me, forever linking us together.

  When he finally rolled off me, he positioned himself on his back, pulling me with him so I was tucked safely into his side. Resting my head on his chest, I could feel the quick beats of his heart and, oddly enough, they matched mine exactly.

  Two hearts beating as one.

  “So,” he said, startling me. “Lincoln, is it? I thought you only called me that when I pissed you off so badly you didn’t know what to do?” He was clearly amused, and it made me smile.

  “Well, I scream out your given name when you push me to the brink of sanity. So that could be in anger . . . or in pleasure.” I smiled, and I knew he felt the curve of my lips against his chest.

  “Sounds good to me,” he replied sounding amused. We lay in each other’s arms for a few minutes before he broke the silence again. “Addy?”

  “Yeah?” I quickly answered.

  “What news do you have to tell me?” His question was short and to the point.

  “I’ll tell you tomorrow,” I promised. “I just want to take tonight and live in the moment. I don’t wanna think about anything else but you and me.” Snuggling in closer, I draped my arm over his waist and threw my leg over his muscular thigh.

  “Addy?”

  “Yeah?” I tensed, waiting to see if he was going to push me on the topic.

  “Tell me you love me again.”

  I tilted my head and looked up at him, his gorgeous face beaming down at me. “I love you. With all my heart,” I professed. I swore if I could combust with elation, I would have done so right then, the look on his face melting my heart. Stone was a gentle soul underneath his rough exterior, and I was so happy I was the woman he’d chosen to share his life with.

  “Love you too,” he said, before capturing my mouth once more.

  After I’d rested my head back on his chest, he took a few breaths before choosing to speak yet again.

  “Addy?”

  “Yes?”

  “You know I’m gonna fuck you a few more times before I let you sleep, right?”

  I quickly relaxed back into him. “Yeah. I’m looking forward to it . . . Lincoln.”

  He laughed, the vibrations of his chest tickling my ear, a smile wide on my face as I waited for him to take me again.

  Stone

  Waking as soon as the light of dawn filtered through my bedroom window, I couldn’t believe I finally had Addy back in my life, in my bed, and in my arms for me to hold and protect. And the biggest gift she could have given me . . . she did. Her heart, when she’d told me she loved me. Without sounding like a complete pussy, I was over-the-moon elated that she’d finally shared her deepest feelings with me. And I returned her affections wholeheartedly. I would have professed my love to her earlier but I didn’t want to scare her off, not quite sure how she felt about me. I knew she wanted me, but I had no idea she truly loved me, as I did her.

  She had no idea how much I’d missed her. I hadn’t even allowed myself to realize the magnitude of what she’d done to me when she broke it off between us. From the first time I laid eyes on her, I knew she was gonna be mine. No matter how many times I was warned away from her, I persisted, defying all rational thought. I knew it was against the rules to be involved with family of another member, but try and tell that to my heart, mind and . . . hell, I can’t believe I was even thinking this but . . . my fucking soul.

  Sometime during the night, she’d rolled over, taking me with her because I wasn’t about to let her go. Cradling her against my body, my dick pressed into the seam of her luscious ass. Small movements she made caused her body to back into mine, increasing the need for me to take her once again. She was probably a little sore from the previous night, but if she didn’t quit tempting me, I’d throw all concern to the wayside and take her anyway.

  Sure enough, she writhed against me once more, unraveling the last strand of restraint I’d so desperately held in my weakening grasp.

  Leaning over her, I pulled her hair away from her face and gently kissed her neck. “Addy,” I whispered, try
ing to rouse her from her slumber. She’d slept enough for one night, and I needed some more lovin’. “Baby,” I called out, that time grinding my cock against her while bending her leg behind her and over my waist. Being sure not to make her uncomfortable, I spread her a bit more until I could see all of her. Stroking her with a soft touch, her body responded immediately, stretching around my fingers as soon as I entered her.

  She groaned, pushing against me while I teased her, clutching the covers and rocking her body back to meet me. “Oooo . . . that feels amazing,” she whimpered. Pleading with me not to stop, I fucked her with my hand until she came, her muscles clamping down on my fingers while she rode out her orgasm. Moaning out her satisfaction, she tried to turn to face me, but a strong hand on her side kept her immobile.

  “I’m gonna take you like this,” I told her, splaying her leg over the crook of my arm and completely opening her up for me. “Grab me and put me inside you. I’m gonna hold your leg in the air so I can fuck you deep.” I barely finished instructing her before I was halfway sheathed. I stayed still while she worked me the rest of the way in, panting out pleas for me to take her hard. And rough.

  As I started to move, building up momentum, my cell rang. “Don’t even think about it,” Addy warned, gripping my thigh and pushing herself against me over and over again. Since it was still early, I knew something was going down, but I was torn between pleasuring my woman and answering the phone. There was too much risky shit still up in the air with the club, so I decided it was best I took the call. I slipped from her tight little body and rolled onto my back. As I reached over the side of the bed to grab my jeans, my cell vibrating and ringing against the fabric it was hidden between, Addy hopped off the bed and walked away.

  “Where the fuck you goin’?” I barked, flipping open the phone and resting it against my ear. Completely ignoring me, I watched her disappear from the room, instantly regretting my choice.

  “Stone?” a voice called out over the other end of the small device. “You there, man?” It was Marek.

  “Yeah, yeah. I’m here. What’s up?”

  “I need you at the clubhouse ASAP. We got some stuff we gotta deal with, that bastard Yanez being first and foremost, and we need all hands on deck.” The urgency in his voice instantly put me on alert. Whatever we needed to do was time sensitive, and for as much as I didn’t want to leave Addy right then, I had no other choice.

  “Fuck!” I grumbled, throwing one leg over the side of the bed in a lazy-ass attempt to get up.

  “You got somethin’ better to do, brother?” he asked, annoyance strangling his tone. When it came to Yanez, Marek was jumpy, wanting desperately to avenge Sully in the worst way. He’d become somewhat obsessed with disposing of the man who’d raped his wife. If the roles were reversed, I would go to the ends of the earth to exact my revenge and wrath on the prick who’d done that to Addy.

  “Nope. Just tired is all,” I answered, hoping my pitiful excuse would fly.

  “Then wake the fuck up and get here.” He hung up before saying anything else, which was probably for the best because Addy came strolling back into my bedroom, naked and sexy as hell.

  “I have to go,” I said, sitting on the edge of the bed, running my hands through my hair in frustration. “But I’d like to finish what we started.” I grabbed her waist and pulled her in to me, spreading my legs so she could move in closer. My hands snaked around her back and gripped her ass, burying my face in her chest and trying to convince her to give in.

  “We need to talk,” she whispered, trying to push me away. I’d meant to make her tell me her news before we fell asleep, but we’d both been so exhausted we passed out before I could push her to open up. And now I had to go handle club business.

  “I know. But it’s gonna have to wait until I’m finished.” When she pushed my chest again, I had no choice but to let her go. Rising to my full height, I hooked my fingers under her chin and raised her head. The fire in her eyes confused me. I wasn’t sure if she was upset at me or at the situation. While there wasn’t a damn thing I could do right then, I still felt horrible for leaving her before she’d been able to unload whatever was bothering her.

  I wanted to be there for her in every way I could, but there were gonna be times, like this, when I had to put the club first. If we weren’t directly in the middle of a shit storm, I would have told Marek to carry on without me.

  But we were.

  And I couldn’t.

  “Will you wait here for me?”

  “No,” she answered quickly. Too quickly.

  Something was off, and I pressed even though I knew damn well I didn’t have time to pursue her sudden temper.

  “Why not?” I took a step forward, crowding her personal space. Right then it didn’t make a bit of difference that both of us were still naked. We were pushing each other. A battle of wills, so to speak. I loved her sass and spunk, but sometimes I wished she was more submissive, doing as I asked instead of always asserting herself. I knew I probably sounded like a bastard, but I really didn’t care.

  “Because I have stuff to do. I can’t wait around for you all day.”

  “Do you have to go to work?”

  “No.”

  “Then what’s the problem?” I prompted, feeling my blood pressure rise because I knew she wasn’t gonna make this easy for me. All I wanted her to do was wait for me until I was done with whatever I needed to do at the club. Then we could talk, discuss whatever was bothering her, maybe have some dinner, and then lose ourselves in hours of pleasure.

  Looking more than annoyed, her blue eyes lit up with anger, a hint of sadness splayed underneath, which confused me. “Just because I finally agreed to be with you for real doesn’t mean I’m gonna be waitin’ on your ass whenever you want me to. I have a life, Stone. My own life, with my own friends and a job, which demands a lot of my time. I’m not gonna give all that up because life decided to throw a whopper of a curveball at me, punching me in the face before I even knew it was happening.”

  If anyone could have seen the look on my face they probably would’ve laughed their asses off. “What the fuck does all that mean?” I asked, a deep frown of confusion painting my expression. I knew before she answered that it wasn’t gonna be good. She was too worked up for her outburst to be solely about me making a simple request for her to stay back at my house until I returned. Something prickled at me, but I had absolutely no time to delve into it and we both knew it.

  Looking a little sheepish, she realized she’d gone overboard in her response. “Nothing,” she lied.

  Because I had no time to do anything else, I quickly dressed before pulling her into my embrace. Her body was still, but as I continued to hold her, praying whatever was weighing on her mind would ease up some, she molded herself into me. Wrapping her arms around my waist, she placed her head on my chest and exhaled a strangled breath. I kissed the top of her head before releasing her.

  “I’ll call you when I’m done, and if you have time I would love for you to meet me back here.” Every word I spoke was controlled, and as much as I wanted to demand she wait for me, I knew she would tell me to go to hell and storm out of my house. And even I realized it wasn’t the smartest thing to do right after she’d agreed to take me back.

  Stone

  “What’s goin’ on?” I asked, flinging myself into my appointed chair, glancing around the room at all my brothers. It seemed Marek had called everyone in, but for what I wasn’t sure yet. My friend sat at the head of the table, looking quite volatile while he waited for the room to silence. Tripp and Hawke were holding their own sidebar while Ryder and Trigger boisterously laughed about something Jagger had said. Cutter, Breck, and Zip leaned back in their chairs, their eyes half open considering how early in the day it still was.

  Another round of laughter erupted, but instead of having my eyes on the brothers scattered around the large oblong table, they were focused on Marek. I saw his jaw tick and his eyes narrow. I didn’t even have to
follow his gaze to see who he was intently staring at—Jagger. I’d figured out why he seemed to not like the guy, and under other circumstances Jagger would have been kicked out of the club. But the money he brought in was a nice sum, helping us get away from all the illegal shit which constantly threatened our very lives.

  That, plus the kid knew, if he truly stepped out of line, Marek would end him. Prez wasn’t normally an aggressive guy. Some had even said he was rather laid-back, but ever since Sully had come into his life, his temper was short, his protectiveness over the woman off the charts. He rivaled me with the temper and possessiveness traits, and I was only too happy to have the company.

  Marek leaned forward, quickly assessing everyone with a simple glance. Running his hands over his face, his expression changed from mere annoyance to self-satisfied, mixed with a hint of rage. His blue eyes blazed, his posture rigid; he just looked pissed-off.

  As soon as he began to talk, everyone shut up and paid attention, as if the man were speaking some sort of gospel. “I tasked Zip with keeping tabs on Yanez, which is why this is his first time back with us in a few days. The day that vile fucker and Carrillo walked out of here, I’d been given assurances we were free and clear from the cartel, as well as the fact Carrillo was going to immediately cut the Reapers out of whatever deal they’d had with them. No more supply, which means no more money funneling into that cesspool of a club.”

  There was only a small group of men in the club at the time when Yanez and Carrillo visited, so not too many were aware of the chaos that ensued as soon as Marek had learned what Yanez had done to Sully. But word traveled fast, and I had no doubt every member sitting around the table found out what had happened.

  “Yanez has to die. Plain and simple,” Marek said, rage blossoming behind his eyes again. If Carrillo’s right-hand man didn’t cease to exist soon, I feared my best friend was gonna go off the deep end.

  “You know if we just up and kill him, there will be a shit storm raining down on us faster than we can prepare for it,” Cutter yelled out, slapping his hand against the table.