Rebel Wayfarers MC Boxset 4

by MariaLisa deMora

  “What about my house?”

  He shrugged, “Keep it and rent it, or sell it. You need that security, then keep it. Maybe Sammy would rent from you. He’s looking to get out of apartment living these days.” He kissed her again, then dropped his mouth to one breast, trapping her nipple between his teeth as he teased it with broad circles from the tip of his tongue.

  “God, you don’t fight fair.” Her words were muffled, and he angled his eyes up to see she had a hand over her face, holding in the sounds he so wanted to hear. He reached and tugged it free, brought it down and placed it on the back of his head. “God, Hoss.” Sucking deeply, he cradled her other breast in his hand, tweaking and tugging at the nipple until he had it kneaded into a hard nub. Switching sides, he latched on and pulled her into his mouth, suckling like a babe until she couldn’t stay still, hips sliding back and forth across the covers, her leg thrown over his hip in a clear invitation.

  Dipping a hand between her legs, he stroked the satin of her panties against her opening, grunting when he found her soaking the fabric already. “So wet for me, baby.” Palming her core, he used his nails to scrape at the inside of her thigh, tugging her knees open wider. “Love that you get like this. That you want me.” Pulling the gusset of her panties to the side, he toyed with her, circling her opening with a fingertip. Her hips lifted, seeking, and he rewarded her with a deep plunge inside, the silky walls of her sex opening for him, wrapping his fingers with a mesmerizing heat. Mine. She cried out and he laved her nipple with the flat of his tongue before flicking it over and over as his hand worked her to the edge. “Wanna come on my hand, baby?” Wordless, her cry still spoke to him and he smiled against her flesh. “Come for me, Cassie. Come all over my hand.”

  Steady and hard, he pumped into her, slipping his thumb up and over her clit with every retreat from her body. Her fingers in his hair pulled hard and he pushed up to an elbow, leaning in to kiss her from the side. She held his head in place, lips grazing as she panted, eyes wide as she stared up at him from only inches away. “Come for me, baby.” She nodded and her neck arched, but her eyes stayed locked on his. Her walls clenched around his fingers and he pressed deeper, thrumming across her clit with his thumb. With a cry that speared the air between them, she took flight, and he watched as she broke apart, slowing the drives of his arm until his fingers moved slowly, slowly, more a caress than a thrust, spreading the wetness he’d drawn from her. “Fucking gorgeous when you come for me.” He bent those few inches and took a kiss, then another one. “Fucking gorgeous woman in my bed, wanting me.” He kissed her again, slowly petting her sex before he rested his hand along the inside of her thigh, holding her in place. “You want me, Cassie? You still want me? All of me?”

  “Everything. I want everything with you.” Her eyes were sparkling again, and he brushed his nose against hers. “I love you more than I can say, Hoss.”

  “You say plenty,” he said, stripping her panties down her legs, grinning as she bent her knees to make it easier. “My gorgeous woman.” He hesitated a moment, then asked, “You okay like this?” They hadn’t tried missionary since the first disastrous time, and he hated asking but didn’t want to push her beyond what she could bear. “I just want inside you, and I’m happy to do whatever you need.” Her hands pulled at his hips until he settled against her, cradled against her body in the space she made for him. “Eyes on me, Cassie, yeah?” She nodded, and he bent to kiss her, eyes open. “Me and you here, and this,” he arched his back, pressing the head of his cock between her lips, “is everything.” He rolled his hips, sliding inside her on a long, slow push, thrusting steadily until he was seated against her clit. She ground up against him and he grinned, brushing his nose against hers in another Eskimo kiss.

  “Move, honey,” she complained softly, rocking her hips forward and back while he remained still. Take what you need, baby. He let her work herself on him for another moment, chuckling when she grumbled, lips pushed up into a pout, “You’re a terrible tease.”

  “I am, am I?” He withdrew a fraction of his length, then pressed back inside, fighting his body for control. Arms trembling, he held himself still again. “Still a tease?”

  “Such a tease,” she said, hips chasing him as he withdrew again, farther this time with a pause on the upswing. “Move, Hoss.” Her tone was a little demanding now, and he watched as a tiny line formed between her brows. Almost there. He wanted her more than she could know, but she had to be ready. “Stop teasing.”

  Studying her face, he powered into her hard, forcing a surprised squeak out of her. Oh, yeah. Absolutely no fear, and more than a spark of excitement, she was caught up in the moment here with him. Repeating the movement, he found a rhythm he could maintain and worked at bringing her back to that peak, wanting to feel her come around his cock like she had his fingers. Out slowly, pausing at the apex of the movement, then a hard, fast pound until he was grinding against her clit again. He cupped her jaw in his hand, steadying her for a quick, powerful kiss. Her response was unmistakable, a woman consumed by desire, giving him back what he needed. Picking up the pace, he thrust into her again and again, the sound of their sweat-wet bellies slapping together echoing around the room.

  “Hoss,” she said, her voice quavering. Not from fear, but eagerness, and the look on her face nearly brought him to tears. Surprise and pleasure, warring with shock. Every time up to now he’d been careful with her, treating her as if she were fine china that would break at the slightest roughness. He wedged his knees wider, taking her legs with him and reached down to cup her calf, drawing her leg over his hip so her foot cradled against his ass. A new angle, and he was on the train with her now, riding the pleasure that zapped through his system to the end. It coiled heavy at the base of his spine, curling around his sac and up into his belly.

  “Gonna come with me, Cassie? Come with me, baby.” Her eyes dipped slowly, and then opened, still locked on his. “I’m close, honey. So close. You feel so good, hot and tight around me, and I wanna feel you. Wanna go with you. Come, baby.” He kissed her, and groaned when her tongue darted out to stroke against his. “Now who’s the tease?”

  She smiled up at him and he watched her jaw tense, neck arching as it had before. The first pulses of her orgasm pulled her walls tight around him, drawing him deeply as she milked his cock hard. “Hoss,” she cried, and he groaned at the sound, loving his name on her lips in the grip of passion.

  Then it struck and he couldn’t turn back, jerking inside her as his cock pulsed, throbbing in time with her racing heart. “Jesus, Cassie.” Every time it seemed his orgasm would begin to slow, she would clench around him and he’d find his dick throbbing again, until it was almost too sensitive to stay inside her. Slowly he pulled out, slipping over her hip to lay beside her. He reached down and cupped her pussy, just holding her protectively. She rolled her head to track him with her eyes and pursed her lips in an ask he was happy to answer, kissing her softly until she pulled back. She stroked his arm and shoulder with slow, even passes of her palm, a caress he adored. “I love you, woman.”

  “I love you, man.” She smiled. “My man.”

  “All yours.” He paused, then asked her for confirmation of what they’d discussed earlier. “When you wanna move in? Tomorrow too soon?”

  Her laugh broke all his fears apart, and he watched as the crystal rainbow reflections on his ceiling danced and shivered in response.

  ***

  Cassie

  She woke disoriented, eyes darting back and forth in the dark, trying to take inventory of where she was. The slow, heavy breathing beside her settled her, and Cassie rolled to her side, her gaze taking in Hoss as he lay sleeping.

  He wanted her here all the time, wanted her with him, to move in and be part of his life.

  When he’d shown her his studio, her heart had filled to the brim with happiness. Then, when he’d changed the lighting, she’d seen the sketch. Framed, hung in a place of honor, it was of her, and he’d drawn himself in f
ront of her protectively, his hand reaching out for her face. He’d drawn himself into her world even before he’d really known her. A tender vignette, simple in design, but it had managed to capture the tentative eagerness she’d first felt around him.

  He brought me back to life. At times, she’d despaired of ever rejoining the world seen through her windows again. She’d fought against being the hermit her fear demanded and had battled to earn her right to stay in the light. But even then, she’d scarcely been existing, not living. Breathing and sleeping and working, but not living. No matter how she’d forced herself out and into the world, she’d always wound up creeping back home and hiding. Licking her wounds, bested by her own mind.

  But oh, after he’d rolled into her life, giving her ideas of freedom and then teases of the possibility of love? Step-by-step, she’d pulled free from the hold of anxiety. Terrified of everything, she’d taken each small victory and used that to anchor herself a little farther out into the world. Between Tugboat and Deke, Brute and Jase, Maggie, Sharon, and all the Rebel women—every one of them had supported her and shown her breath by breath they believed in her. None more than Hoss, though. At every turn he’d proven himself to be her staunchest supporter, willing to admit his own weaknesses and fears, showing her with everything inside him what she meant to him.

  He loves me.

  She’d be a fool not to listen to her heart this time, and she already knew her heart was beating only for him.

  I love him.

  His love and care made her stronger, and tonight in this bed, his bed—our bed—he’d helped her conquer the final hurdle. Slow and sweet, he’d carried her through and they’d made love. They’d made love the way she’d longed to do, and it had been everything she’d wanted to give him. All of me.

  All she had to do was take hold and keep believing in him. “Hold on.” She remembered his son giving her that advice, how he’d put himself out there for his father, hoping she could be what he believed his father needed. “Hold on,” she whispered as she reached out and threaded her fingers through his, clasping them tightly together.

  “Baby?” His sleep-roughened voice was pitched low, and she watched him blink sleepily. “You okay?”

  She snuggled in, placing her head in the curve of his shoulder that had been made just for her. “Mmhmm. I’m better than okay.”

  “Yeah?” His chin angled down, heat from his lips grazing her temple in a soft kiss. He tightened his grip on her hand, bringing it up to cover his heart as he asked, “Better than okay?”

  “Yeah. I’ve got a good man who loves me. Can’t get better than that.”

  “Mmhmm. We’re a matched set. I’ve got a good woman who loves me.”

  “Good night, Hoss.”

  He sighed softly, the sound so content and filled with love she had to blink away tears for the hundredth time that night. “Night.”

  ~ THE END ~

  Thank you, dear reader, for taking this journey with me. ~ML

  THANK YOU!

  Bones, Fury, and Cassie

  Thank you for reading these stories set inside the world of our Rebel Wayfarers. I hope they were exactly what you wanted!

  Can’t bear to say goodbye to the Rebels? You don’t have to! There is a wealth of entertainment still awaiting you in the series accompanying short stories, novellas, and short-form novels about these men and women you’ve come to know and love. Check out the more than a dozen titles here: bit.ly/RWMC-series-info

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Raised in the south, Wall Street Journal & USA TODAY bestselling author MariaLisa learned about the magic of books at an early age. Every summer, she would spend hours in the local library, devouring books of every genre. Self-described as a book-a-holic, she says "I've always loved to read, but then I discovered writing, and found I adored that, too. For reading...if nothing else is available, I've been known to read the back of the cereal box."

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  Bones!

  This is Book #10 in a series. Throughout this series we’ve been introduced to so many wonderful characters. People who live in my head in a way that makes them seem real in many aspects. I hope you fell in love with Bones and his Ester, and will continue in this saga along with me. Next up will be Fury’s story, and his tale is about redemption, in both life, and love.

  Fury!

  This is book #11 in a series. Throughout this series we’ve been introduced to so many wonderful characters. People who live in my head in a way that makes them seem real in many aspects. I hope you fell in love with Fury and his pursuit of Bethany, and will continue in this saga along with me. Next up will be Cassie’s story, which is mostly Hoss’ story, if I were being honest. Available now.

  Cassie!

  This is book #12 in a very well developed series about the hard lives of bikers and the women who love them. Throughout this series we’ve been introduced to so many wonderful characters. Folks who live in my head in a way that makes them seem real in many aspects. I hope you fell in love with Cassie and Hoss, I know I did. It’s hard to consider this the final piece in the RWMC saga, but as of now, it is. Thanks so much for coming on this ride with me.

  Also by MariaLisa deMora

  Neither This Nor That MC romance series

  Legends are born from moments like these. Folktales spun around a single point in time so perfect, you can almost hear the click resonating through the universe as things align. Meet Twisted, Po’Boy, Retro, and Ragman, good old boys from southern states who have many things in common. First, is a bone-deep love of the biker lifestyle. Second, would be their love of the brotherhood, and knowing that you trust the man at your back. Finally, these men have the love of a good woman. None of these come without a price, and it is our pleasure to journey along with them as they discover the blessings that can be won, and lost along the way.

  This is the Route of Twisted Pain

  Treading the Traitor’s Path: Out Bad

  Shelter My Heart

  Trapped by Fate on Reckless Roads

  Thunderstruck

  5-Star Reviews for the stories of the NTNT MC series

  This is the Route of Twisted Pain

  "This is the Route of Twisted Pain is an exhilarating, gripping romance novel contrived of incredible world building, complex yet relatable characters, and a unique, captivating plot.

  Gifted storyteller MariaLisa deMora beautifully balances exciting suspense, fast action, intriguing secrets with delicious, blazing hot romance scenes.

  Readers will be up all night with this riveting page-turner."

  ~ NY Literary Magazine

  I am completely tickled in my fancy for TWISTED!

  First off, let me state that there was one thing I didn't like about this book and that is the LAST PAGE! I hated for it to end. I dearly loved this book and its characters as well as their setting.

  ~Colleen M.

  Gripping tale

  Twisted and Penny fit together beautifully. The book covers so much more than just their love story. Great introduction to the Incoherent MC. The tale is gripping and gritty. The journey is full of twists and turns that keep you on the edge of your seat. I couldn't put it down. Cannot wait for the next one.

  ~Lillmil

  Twisted is one of the most original and interesting characters I have read in a long time. Marialisa's character building is setting a high bar for her to follow, she will hopefully continue with Po'Boy's story. The Route of Twisted Pain was pure brilliance, and I highly recommend this read.

  ~Penny T.

  This book obsessed me!

  This may be the best book I read all year.

  These people...they're not characters, they're real... have stuck in my head from the day I met them.

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bsp; MariaLisa deMora can throw words down that'll Twist (hehe) your insides up till you can't breathe for waiting to hear what's next!

  I'm working my way through her other 'families' and yup....she really is that good.

  ~DeLane

  Treading the Traitor’s Path: Out Bad

  "Treading the Traitor's Path: Out Bad is a solidly engrossing, well-written novel by a talented author.

  MariaLisa deMora delivers a thrilling ride filled with exciting suspense, deliciously explicit, vivid sex scenes, and gritty, fast-paced action. Her characters are smart, complex, and strong with sharp edges. The settings meticulously detailed.

  Fans of Motorcycle Club romance stories will not want to miss this second installment in deMora's exciting series."

  ~ NY Literary Magazine

  What an amazing read! DeMora does not simply wrote a book, she pulls you into a different world. When you read her work, you are very much surrounded by the characters and setting. Prepare for a book hangover because once you finish the book, you will still be stuck with Po Boy.

  ~KW

  THIS WAS AMAZING. Highly recommend for a good story line, interesting characters. I just wish there was more more more.

  ~Laura

  Loved This Book!

  What did I just read?! Is my kindle still working? I'm pretty sure it combusted into flames while reading this story. RED HOT READ for 2017. Not what I was expecting at all! I tend to stay away from ménage a trois, because for me it's hard to say there's any kind of conflict except for jealousy, and the ending kind of leaves things unresolved and unrealistic. NOT THIS BOOK! The best one out there guaranteed.

  ~Linda A

  ...seriously this series is just WTF so freaking good. Dark, Twisted, harsh, painful and raw. Po'Boy lives for his club, his brothers and his family, there is nothing he wouldn't do for them.