by Rie Warren
They met each other in the middle, and Tucker gave her a big bear hug that possibly cracked her back. She laughed, kissing his cheek.
Two of the people I loved most in the world. This was fucking crazy. Crazy good.
I joined the celebration, slapping Tuck on the back and then bringing Rayce to me for a deep kiss.
“Hey, now. I might need to ask if you have honorable intentions with my daughter.”
I growled at him.
“Too soon?” His belly rolled with his deep chuckle.
****
Rayce still had a long road ahead of her, but she had the Ladies of Redemption. She had the support of Retribution and the guys at Stone’s.
She had Tucker, and they were slowly getting to know one another better. The best part about their new relationship was he had all the personal stories about Ginny—what kind of perfume she had worn, what flowers she’d liked, her favorite songs—and he couldn’t wait to share them. The man was a walking, talking diary, an open book for Rayce to delve into. He even had photo albums that included their trip to Farm Aid IV in that old V-dub van he’d mentioned. For the first time, Rayce had solid memories of her mom.
She had her racing and a job she loved, and a man who had it so, so bad for her.
Even though we’d mentioned the sex thing the night after Leroy attacked her at the house, we still hadn’t fucked. I didn’t push it. I wouldn’t. Rayce knew I wanted her. I certainly didn’t hide it. I was ready whenever she wanted to come at me.
I couldn’t wait for that day.
That all changed one evening in early April when she got home midweek from work. I was cooking in the kitchen when the front door opened and closed.
“Boom? Can you come here?” Rayce called me into the living room.
I turned the heat low on the stove and made my way down the hall.
Her fingers trailed along the arm of the sofa, and her dimples deepened in her cheeks. “Come closer?”
The way she stared at me was almost enough to make me come in my pants right there and then. She watched me, greedy and hungry and ready.
Instant thump-thump-thump in my jeans.
“I think I’ll stay right here.” I leaned against the wall, making an obvious show of the lewd erection in my pants and the huge muscles along my chest and arms, because I knew how much she liked how big I was.
“You know”—she hit me with the flashing eyes, the sexy saunter, the lick of her lips—“this was the first room we had sex in.”
She hadn’t changed out of her coveralls. Fucking hot little mechanic with a body to die for. Her hair was in wild disarray, her lips glossy. And when she unzipped the garage uniform, her breasts heaved inside a tight white tank top.
I crossed my arms over my chest, my lips curling up. “That’s not how I remember it.”
Reaching me, Rayce stood a hairsbreadth away.
I maintained my stance.
Heat and want and need rolled off us as we tested each other’s limits.
“No?” She tilted her head, her shiny lips nearly touching mine.
“It was Christmas. And it was in this room. But we didn’t actually fuck.” Bucking out with my groin, I rolled my pelvis close to her body. So close.
She gasped. “Maybe we should rectify that.”
“Hell yes.” I made a fast grab at her.
She deftly slipped away. “Aren’t you supposed to be asking me if I’m sure?”
Stalking her like an animal in heat, I meted out, “Don’t think I have the patience for that anymore.”
“Good. I was beginning to wonder about your virility. You know. Considering your age and all.”
She only made it to the opposite side of the couch before I snagged her in my arms. “Well, let me rectify that.”
I practically pawed at her, my mouth sealed hotly to hers. The way her tongue moved was illegally sexy. The way she swayed against me indescribably wanton.
She set me on fire with a look, a word, a touch.
Our clothes flew off. The condom slammed on. My mouth and my fingers prepared her, sucking and stroking all over her. I went at her like a brute. It had been too long. She came right back at me, totally savage for it—scratching, licking, biting, kissing.
The first entry was hard, wet, fast, rough.
“Oh, fuck me, Rayce.” My back strained from my shoulders to my ass as I held the thrust deep and throbbing inside her.
Her legs wrapped around my waist. “Keep going.”
Pulling my bottom lip between hers, she fucked up the last inch until my balls slapped against her ass.
I rose on my arms, withdrawing and kicking in.
Her hips bucked impatiently. “Yes!” Her fingernails scored down my back, her hands landing on my ass. “I missed you.”
“Missed you too. You have no idea.” My tongue rasped up her neck to her ear, and I grunted.
Cranking over her, I cupped her shoulders from underneath. Her tits scathed my chest, her wet pussy engulfing every inch of my cock.
Body against body, I slowed, bobbing the head of my shaft in and out. “This what you wanted?”
“More!” She tossed her head back, hanging on.
“Want all of me?” I descended into her.
“Yes, Boom, yes.”
“I want all of you too.” I gazed into her eyes, rolling in and out of her. “Want your body. Your pain. Your heart. Your love.”
She whimpered, winding around me and taking me so deeply inside.
Each tight slow plunge inside her silken cunt made her ratchet up higher.
“What you needed?” I gnashed out.
She came right then, flinging her body onto mine as I held her striving pussy against my completely embedded cock.
The squeezing, teasing wet clasp of her cunt made me swell bigger. Hot blood engorged my cock. It expanded, my spine on fire, my ass clenching, my body powerfully heaving into her. She took it all. Took all of me.
I roared with the scalding, pouring release that blasted out of me.
She kicked into another orgasm. Fast as a burnout, she screamed, her hands locked on my hips to get everything I had to give.
Turned out that wasn’t actually all I had to give.
That night I was unstoppable. Rayce had no problem handling me as I made love to her again and again.
After the third time, I licked the sweat from her neck. “How’s that for virile?”
She blinked her hazel eyes open. “That all you got?”
As if.
We went at it. All. Night. Long.
****
The following weekend we showed up at Retribution. We’d been in together a few times since the attack, but it hadn’t been the same. Rayce’s guard had been up, not that anyone blamed her. This time was different. She was truly herself for the first time in months, at the dartboards and kicking ass like she used to, talking shit with her girls, back-talking me every chance she got.
Everyone noticed. No one commented. The vibe lifted higher, though, because one of our own had come back to us and it showed.
Although the night was low key, I stood at the bar swelling with pride. And finally, peace.
I didn’t even care when she swung her luscious ass on the dance floor—it had been too long since she’d let herself rock it out. I barely gritted my teeth when guys leaned over for a better view of her gyrating hips.
Okay, that was a small lie.
Brodie rolled up and gave Cole the two-finger wave for a round of shots.
“’Z’up, ya fuck?” Brodie asked Cole, whose thick chains jingled when he set down the Patron.
Brodie had the people skills down.
Not.
With merely a snarl and a flip of his middle finger, Cole got back to work. At the opposite end of the bar.
“You should cut him some slack.” I knocked my glass against Brodie’s.
He stroked his whiskered chin and squinted for a moment. “Nah. Too much fun.”
“You’re
kind of a dick to him.”
“Pfft. ’Cause I respect him.”
“So, playground rules? What are you? Cara’s age?”
“No. She’s way more mature than me most times.” He slung back his drink.
I chuckled.
“Aaaanyway, your lady’s lookin’ good.” He tipped his empty glass in Rayce’s direction. “Y’all okay now?”
His pale blue eyes met mine, the color a mirror reflection.
“Gettin’ through it. Finally.”
“I know how that is. Didn’t think I’d ever see Ashe—the real Ashe—resurface again.” He stared at his woman. “Look at her now.”
Ashe leaned against a table, trading insults with Tail, her stretchy shirt stretched over her growing belly.
“I’m really glad you got through to her, bro.” I clapped my hand on his shoulder.
“Back atcha.”
Brodie pulled me into a bear of a hug before we broke it up, slugging halfheartedly at each other.
Just because.
He swaggered off, and I shook my head.
Always such a shit.
Probably the best brother on earth—and entertaining to say the least.
Not too much later, Tuck made his way over and hopped onto a barstool. Kinkaid laid out another row of drinks, grumbling he and Cole needed to source a new probie to take over the grunt work.
“I remember those days. The lowest of the low prospect. My first MC.” Tuck guided drink number one to his lips and snuck it beneath his overhanging mustache.
Rayce hipped her way over to me, butting her ass against my groin in a saucy I-know-I-got-you move. She nabbed one of Tucker’s shots and took a sip.
“Oh yeah? When was that, Pops?” She’d taken up my new nickname for him, which never ceased to make me grin. “Back in the forties?”
“I might be your dad, but I’m not that old.” He winked. “Nope. The year was ’76. Albuquerque Raiders in New Mexico.” With his elbows propped back on the bar, he sipped his drink. “Swaggered right in there at nineteen acting like I owned that club.”
Tucker laughed. “Oh yeah. They took on the new prospect all right. Their damn crappers hadn’t been cleaned for weeks. Good times. Good times.”
“Sounds like gross times,” Rayce countered.
“That too.” He drew himself up. “But we all gotta start somewhere, right?” He chucked her under the chin, and she ducked her head, a blush staining her cheeks.
She leaned against the bar and called out to Probies One and Two for a beer before setting her eyes back on Tuck, the flush never leaving her face. “So, do I get your last name now?”
“Well, shit.” He pushed back his hair. “If you want it, darlin’.”
“I don’t know. What is it again?” Smiling, she jammed her fingers at her hips.
“Freeman. Tucker Freeman.”
She rolled her eyes. “Phoebe Freeman?”
I cut in between the two of them. “Or you could have Steele.”
“What?” Rayce—Phoebe—my woman, stared up at me.
“Phoebe Steele?” I took her hands in mine, going completely fucking balls out.
“Goddamn,” Tuck exhaled behind me.
Rayce’s big forest-deep eyes opened wide. “Are you asking me what I think you’re asking me?”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Pucker Factor
I NODDED, MY VOICE caught somewhere between my throat and oh-fuck-me, what’d I just do?
Rummaging in my pocket, I pulled out a white satin box. I’d had the forethought to buy a ring in advance. I’d been carrying it around, waiting to pop the most important question of all. I’d witnessed enough proposal fuck-ups to know better: first Brodie, who’d put a ring on it but hadn’t sealed the deal, and then Hunter, who’d arranged a surprise fucking wedding.
Thought I’d be so smooth and find the right moment.
Nope.
In the middle of Retribution, I dropped to one knee. Roars ripped through the air all around as everyone turned their attention to us, but total silence fell quickly. So quiet you could hear a pin drop in the building.
The ring looked tiny inside my palm. Custom made. A solitary black diamond glimmering inside a platinum band.
“Would you consider marrying me, Phoebe, and”—I kissed her hands and placed them both against the pounding of my heart—“making me the happiest, proudest man in the world?”
She dragged a hand free and pressed it against her mouth.
Jittery inside, I remembered to turn back to Tuck as an afterthought. “Fuck. May I have your permission for her hand in marriage?”
Smooth, Boomer. Real smooth.
He grabbed my shoulder. “You don’t need to ask me, son. We’re already family. Lady’s choice.”
I swear everyone in the club held their breath, me included.
Rayce’s finger shook as she pointed at the ring. “How much did that cost?”
“I don’t know. Money?” I frowned, my pulse about to burst through my arteries.
“I can’t pay you back.”
“That’s not really the point, princess.” Goddamn.
This woman.
Poising the ring over the tip of her finger, I asked again, “Marry me, Rayce.”
“All I can give you is me.”
“That’s exactly what I’m asking for.” I smiled, waiting to slip the ring home.
Tears sprung onto her eyelashes. “Oh!”
I pulled her down into a kiss.
My voice rolled out, husky and deep, “Do I get a yes?”
“Yes. YES!”
“You sure?” I teased her just a little bit.
“Better snatch you up before you lose your hair and get put out to pastu—”
I snugged the ring home and dragged her down to me before she could finish that sentence. And by the time I was done kissing her . . .
She sat, silently, sparkly-eyed, in my lap.
Brodie had been in on the ring buying gig from the beginning; the total fuck-up-of-a-proposal was all me, of course. He popped exactly one bottle of champagne before ordering Kinkaid and Coletrane to do the rest.
I picked up Rayce and spun her around.
Our MC folks turned up the volume on the celebration, and it swirled around us—boisterous and loud as only a huge family could be.
“It’s really big.” She held out her hand, scowling at the ring.
“Flat facet face so it won’t get snagged. Besides”—I tugged her back to my lips—“I know how much you like big things. Got more for you later.”
Tall glasses of champagne landed in our hands, and half an hour later, it was taxis all around or passing out at the bar.
Rayce and I opted for a cab ride back to the Old Village, not that either of us was wasted, but we both knew better than to tempt fate.
I closed the front door behind Rayce, stuck in place as I watched her.
She slowly dropped her jacket from her back, letting it fall off her arms. “So, we’re tying the knot?”
Mesmerized by the creamy skin and darkly shadowed tats she unveiled—her top scooped down to the base of her spine and had cutouts along the arms—I unzipped my leather and three-pointed my keys into the bowl beside the door.
“I didn’t mean to blurt it out like that.”
“I thought it was cute.” She shook her ass in tight black jeans, wiggling around to me.
“Cute?”
“Yeah. You blushed and shit.”
“And shit?” My eyebrows lifted sky-high.
“I’m pretty sure you stuttered.”
“Doubt it.” I snared her to me. “And even if I did I promise that won’t happen again, especially after I get through with you.”
“Right here?”
“Fuck yeah.”
I slammed my mouth to hers. Ripping her shirt to her waist, I slowly licked down her neck before getting to her breasts.
Squeezing both big, tight, pink-tipped mounds between my hands, I slavered all over t
hem. Wet. Hot. In. My. Mouth.
I only pulled on her nipples when she daggered her fingernails into my neck.
Crushing her tits together, I plied the pretty peaks—puffy and aroused—with my teeth and lips.
Her hips circled.
Her head beat back.
She hung on, pushing the wetted hills into my mouth.
Rayce came as soon as I unbuttoned her jeans and slid two fingers into her cunt with my mouth attached to her breasts.
“Such a tit man,” she gasped.
Reaching around, I spanked all that. “Don’t forget. Ass man too.”
“My turn.”
I relented even though I’d have been happy to stay at her tits all night.
She drove me against the wall. “This is how I do it.”
My shirt wrangled off, my pants lowered. Boots thrown across the room. Her wet lips meandered up my thighs while her fingers scraped down the light fur on my chest to my deeply cut abs.
My big churning balls hung in her face, and she kneeled up to breath me in. Her hand curled around my cock, only to pull it across her face, out of the way. Her licks running all over my nuts were hot, wet, wild. She pulled in a mouthful and tickled my sac with the tip of her tongue.
Pushing my fingers into her hair, I held on for the ball-suck of my life.
With her nose against my pubes, she hummed and switched to the other testicle. She lipped at me, teasingly, slurping the orb in and out as it hung pendulously over her mouth. She grinned at me and leaned up, her hands reaching around to grab two handfuls of my ass, leaving my balls dripping wet and pulled tighter to my shaft.
She ran her cheek up one side of my dick then the other. My cock bounced and she laughed. “Someone likes that.”
I grunted in response.
Grabbing the base, she loudly, obscenely smacked me against her face. Heat colliding inside my balls, I twisted my fingers tighter in her hair.
“You want me to lose it on your face?”
“Mm.” Rayce twisted one of my piercings with her teeth, and shots of red light fired off in front of my eyes. “Wanna give me a facial, Boomer?”
She rubbed the pad of her thumb around and around the hard shelf of the head of my cock and onto the pulsing veins of my length, pressing down on them. “That idea turn you on, baby?”