Owen: The Lost Breed MC #9

by Parker, Ali

  He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of my thong and worked it down my legs to leave it around my ankles. I put on a bit of a show for him, rolling and wiggling my hips and arching my back to stick my ass up in the air while kicking my panties to the side.

  Owen went to his knees behind me and pushed my knees apart.

  I kept my back arched and planted my hands on the armrest of the sofa for balance. Then I looked over my shoulder down at him as he ran his tongue up my slit.

  “Oh, fuck yes,” I whispered as my eyes rolled back in my head and little tremors of pleasure danced through my body.

  There was nothing sexier than the man you loved worshipping you like this. Owen took his time, giving me long strokes with his tongue and then pausing to swirl it around my clit. Each lick and flick had me whimpering and trembling, and soon, my head was bowed, and I was gripping the arm of the sofa as he brought me closer and closer to an orgasm.

  “Right there,” I moaned as he swirled his tongue in a particularly delicious way around my clit.

  Owen gripped the back of my thighs as he worked his magic between my legs, and I caved to the buildup of pressure. It rocked me to my core, and I bit down on my bottom lip as I came. Owen let out a sound from the back of his throat that turned my knees to pudding.

  Then he was standing behind me, gathering my hair in his fist to pull my head back and sliding his fingers in my pussy.

  I whimpered against the pleasure and the strain on my scalp.

  Owen pulled my head back farther, forcing me to look up at him as he fucked me with his fingers.

  It became impossible to keep my eyes open. I moaned and twisted in his grip, but he held fast, and before I knew it, he had me quivering and shaking again as I came. He released my hair, and I slumped forward to brace myself on the armrest of the sofa. I was well past the point of being able to hold myself up.

  Owen went to his jeans on the floor. He rummaged through his pockets, pulled a condom out, and waggled his eyebrows at me.

  I giggled breathlessly and leaned more of my weight against the sofa as he tore the wrapper open and rolled the condom on. Then he stepped in close, gripped my hips, and held me in place as he leaned toward me and slid his cock inside me.

  He rocked forward, pushing my thighs against the side of the sofa.

  He planted his hand in the middle of my back between my shoulder blades and pushed me forward. I didn’t resist. I found myself draped over the arm, ass in the air, breath catching in my lungs with every thrust he gave me.

  I gripped the sofa cushion and dragged it closer to me to muffle my moans.

  His thighs slapped against mine as he quickened his pace.

  How I had almost given up on him, I would never understand. Owen took care of me in every sense of the word. He was my protector, my friend, and my lover. He was everything I needed and everything I tried so hard to convince myself I didn’t want to appease my father.

  No more.

  He was mine.

  And I was his.

  “Harder,” I breathed, looking over my shoulder at him.

  Owen obliged.

  His thrusts grew wild, and he bucked against me as he came unhinged. I reached back between my thighs, lifting my hips off the armrest to make room, and cupped his balls in one hand.

  It pushed him over the edge.

  I smiled to myself as he came and growled behind me, and he held my hips more firmly, pulling me against him as he drove in deep and earned himself one last cry of pleasure from me.

  Then we broke apart, and I struggled to stand up. He steadied me by the elbow, and then we both collapsed on the sofa.

  I cuddled into his side and rested my cheek on his chest to gaze up at him. “I think I’m in big trouble.”

  Owen smiled down at me and stroked my cheek before tucking my hair behind my ear. “We’re in it together, Angel.”

  Chapter 25

  Owen

  I stroked my chin as I studied the assortment of sparkling wine in the cooler at the liquor store that was halfway between my house and Evangeline’s apartment.

  I had to make the right choice. I wanted tonight to be the perfect evening for us. I’d called her up this morning and asked if I could come over and prepare her dinner. She deserved to be doted on. And I was going to pull out all the stops.

  My bike was sitting out in the parking lot. My helmet hung off the handlebars, as per usual, and I’d brought an old backpack with me which had the groceries I’d just stopped to pick up tucked inside it.

  I was going to sear some steaks on the stove and make a peppercorn sauce to smother them in. For sides, I had broccoli, carrots, and zucchini, which I would also fry shortly before the steaks were served. Lastly, I was going to make her my famous garlic mashed potatoes.

  They were a crowd pleaser each and every time.

  Now I just needed to make the right choice in terms of wine.

  I’d never seen her drink a rose, so I’d eliminated that option right off the bat, but I hadn’t expected there to be so many sparkling options to choose from.

  Did I want sweet? Dry? Fruity?

  A salesman wearing a black apron and a pinstriped button-up shirt sauntered over to me and looked from my pained expression to the cooler. “Need a hand there, sir?”

  I nodded. “I’m looking for something special to have before dinner.”

  “For a lady?” he asked, winking at me.

  I nodded again. “Yes. And she knows a lot about wine, so I don’t want to show up looking like the clueless schmuck I am.”

  The salesman was a young guy, probably close in age to me, with a warm smile and a thick brown beard. He popped open the cooler door, crouched down, and grabbed a slender bottle with a gold label. “Bring her this. She’ll like it.”

  “You’re sure?”

  He nodded. “I mean, I can’t make you any promises, but I’ve never sent a man off on a date with this and received any backlash, so I think it’s a pretty safe bet. And it’s rare. She may not have even tried it before, which will probably win you brownie points.”

  “Sold,” I said.

  I followed him to the cash register, and he rang me up. The bottle cost nearly a hundred dollars, which didn’t surprise me in the slightest but made my insides squirm.

  “She’s a lucky lady,” the salesman told me. “We don’t get many men coming in who are willing to buy something as nice as this.”

  “She’s special,” I said.

  “Are you taking her out somewhere after?”

  I shook my head. “No, I’m cooking her dinner. We’ll see how it goes. I might be playing with fire and overestimating my abilities. It’s been a while since I prepared something that wasn’t as simple as chicken and rice.”

  He chuckled. “She’ll appreciate it nonetheless. I’m sure.”

  “I hope so,” I muttered.

  Not only was I looking forward to cooking for Evangeline, but I was also looking forward to getting my hands on her as soon as I arrived.

  Since I told her I was coming over to cook her dinner, she’d been hellbent on torturing me.

  I spent my day working on my bike. She needed fresh oil and some maintenance, and every hour, on the hour, Evangeline sent me a sexy text message that made my balls ache something terrible.

  The woman was going to be the end of me.

  Each text was more merciless than the last, and I spent half the damn day with a hard-on, trying to get shit done, which was damn near impossible when she started sending me pictures along with her text messages.

  Half-naked pictures.

  Pictures of her lying on her bed in nothing but a strappy bra that left little mystery to the tits I adored. She was a babe, and I still had no idea what she was doing with a guy like me.

  But I wasn’t going to question her. I was going to run with it and enjoy every second I had with her.

  I paid for the wine and took it out to my bike as the sun dipped down behind the skyline, plunging the nearly abando
ned liquor store parking lot into shadow.

  I tucked the wine into the backpack and made sure everything was stacked neatly and not at risk of being crushed or spilled or broken.

  The last thing I needed was to show up with my back soaked in wine and steak juice. That wasn’t a good look for anyone, and it might put a damper on the sexy mood Evangeline was in. That just wouldn’t do.

  I put my helmet on and shrugged the backpack over my shoulders before swinging a leg over the seat and starting the bike. The engine roared and rumbled, and a child sitting in the backseat of a car pressed his face to the glass to watch me pull out of the parking space. I gave him a small wave, and he grinned at me as I drove off around the back corner of the liquor store and turned my headlight on.

  I drove along the side of the building to leave through the back entrance, which would take me down a back way to Evangeline’s place.

  I wanted to drive faster and not get held up by traffic on the more populated routes.

  When I rounded the corner at the back of the shop, I caught movement out of the corner of my eye.

  I should have sped up. I shouldn’t have let up on the throttle.

  But it was a reflex, and it bit me in the ass.

  Someone standing around the corner stepped out and swung a baseball bat toward me. I swerved to the left, but I wasn’t going fast enough to get out of the way, and the bat clipped me on the shoulder, rocking the handlebars back to the right and sending the bike wobbling.

  I let out a furious growl as I lost my balance and toppled sideways. The bike landed with a clash of metal on the pavement and pinched my leg underneath it.

  Wetness seeped through my back.

  Just like that, my hundred-dollar bottle of bubbly was broken.

  I didn’t have time to worry about that right now. I had to focus on the three men that had pushed themselves off the back wall of the liquor store. They made their way over to me as I strained to push the bike off my leg and shimmied out from under it. Small pebbles stuck to my palms as I glared up at a familiar dark-haired man who put his foot on the back tire of my bike.

  Matthew Aero crossed his arms over his chest and peered down at me with an arched eyebrow and a wicked smirk playing on his lips. “What are you doing down there, man?”

  The two other men who were with him were the same two from the gala dinner the other week. The blond jack asses Matthew clearly toted around everywhere with him and used as his personal attack dogs.

  Fuckers.

  The taller of the two brothers had the baseball bat he’d just hit me with resting along his shoulder. He drummed his fingers along it and gave me a cocky smile.

  I gritted my teeth against the pain in my shoulder. “I didn’t think pricks like you would want to show your faces in a part of town as rough as this.”

  The area wasn’t exactly rough, but I was sure it looked pretty seedy in Matthew’s eyes. The liquor store parking lot was all cracked and uneven, and the old yellow-painted speedbumps were half broken away from years of harsh winters that split the concrete. The liquor store itself had bars on all the windows, and it was located in a part of the city that wasn’t all that congested.

  I supposed it made the perfect place to get the jump on someone.

  Especially right here.

  Nobody could see us from the road or the parking lot. There were no windows out the back of the liquor store, but there was a back door, presumably for staff to use to bring the garbage out to the dumpster about fifty feet away from where I was on the pavement.

  “We were willing to compromise. Just for you.” Matthew grinned.

  “Lucky me,” I muttered, resisting the urge to clutch my aching shoulder. I had a feeling things were going to get a hell of a lot worse before they got any better, and I didn’t want to remind them that I already had a massive vulnerability with this injury.

  If they were smart, they’d use it to their advantage.

  Hell, I would have.

  But then again, this wasn’t a fair fight. It was three against one, and they already had the upper hand.

  Matthew gave my bike a kick. “What a piece of junk. I thought you boys were supposed to ride real bikes?”

  I wasn’t going to rise to a petty line about my bike. I really didn’t give a fuck what he thought about it.

  What I did give a fuck about was the fact that he’d just caused at least five-thousand dollars in damage and possibly dislocated my fucking shoulder.

  My blood was starting to boil.

  “How do you want to do this, Hot Shot?” Matthew asked, uncrossing his arms and clapping his hands together. He rubbed them together manically, and his eyes got wild with excitement. “Are you going to get up, or are you going to make us beat you while you’re already down?”

  I snorted. “Us? Like you have the balls to get your hands dirty. You have to protect those pretty nails of yours.”

  His eyes narrowed.

  I had a tendency to open my big mouth at the most inopportune times. Had I held my tongue, I might have spared myself some trouble. Or at least been in a better position to defend myself.

  But I hadn’t. I’d taken the opportunity to take a jab at him, and now I had to pay the price.

  “Get him,” Matthew growled.

  The brothers moved in on me.

  The taller let the bat fall from his shoulder and slapped it in his open palm as the shorter of the two stepped over my bike and marched toward me.

  If they thought I was going to let them have their way with me without putting up a hell of a fight, they were about to get a very rude wakeup call.

  They had no idea who they were fucking with.

  Sure, my odds were slim, especially with one of them bringing a weapon to the fight, but I was still going to do my damndest to inflict as much damage on these assholes as I possibly could.

  Starting with shorty.

  I pushed myself to my feet as he closed in on me. My shoulder protested, but I curled my hands into fists regardless, ignoring the pain and welcoming the promise that there was more to come.

  Much more.

  “Let’s dance, boys,” I grated.

  And then I saw red.

  Chapter 26

  Evangeline

  “He’s coming over to make dinner for you?” Victoria asked, a hint of jealousy in her voice.

  I nodded and put my phone down to put her on speaker phone so I could open my cupboard and grab a glass. I filled it with water from the fridge. “Yeah. He won’t tell me what he’s cooking either. He just said that I’ll like it.”

  “A man who cooks,” Victoria said. “I wonder what that’s like.”

  “I’ll report back when I find out.” I giggled.

  Victoria sighed into the phone. “So, things are good with you two?”

  “Yeah. Things are better than good actually. He’s so sweet. And I met some of his friends last week. It went better than I thought it would.”

  “Some of his biker friends?” Victoria asked incredulously.

  I laughed. “Yes.”

  “What? Seriously? What was that like?”

  “Fun.”

  “Fun?”

  “Yeah,” I said simply. “We had a lot of laughs. I didn’t meet them all at once. Apparently, there are a good fifty or so people who are missing. But Owen said he’ll make sure I meet all the guys from the inner circle. And Ryder.”

  “Which one is Ryder again?”

  “He’s the president,” I said. It felt a little weird using that word for the leader of a motorcycle club. But that was what he was. He was the big cheese. The ringleader.

  I would be lying if I said I wasn’t curious to know what he was like. I had this image of him built up in my head. I pictured him as this massive man with dark hair and features and tattoos and scars. Somewhat like Owen, I supposed. Chances were, he’d lived just as rough of a life to get to where he was now.

  But when I found out he was a father, the image softened a little, and now I ha
d no idea what to expect.

  “The president?” Victoria asked. I could picture her dubious expression now. Big eyes, lips parted as her mouth hung open in surprise.

  “Yep.”

  “Did it occur to you while you were there that you might be sitting amongst some seriously dangerous dudes?”

  “Victoria. Stop it. They’re not like that.”

  “How would you know? You just met them.”

  I sighed and rested an elbow on the counter. How could I explain this to her? And should I even bother? I was going to get pushback like this from tons of people when they found out I was with a man who was part of the Lost Breeds motorcycle club.

  “They’re good people, Victoria. They just live a different life than us. A harder life. The things they have aren’t given to them like they are to us.”

  “I just worry about you.”

  I rubbed my forehead. Was it better to lie and tell her none of these men had done anything too bad in their lifetime? I’d told her about Isaac Reed and what he did to the Red Rogues, and that was the extent of my knowledge.

  “None of them are going to get me in trouble, Victoria,” I said.

  “Good,” Victoria said. “I’d hate to think you were hanging out with dangerous people. Are they just drug pushers or—”

  “Victoria!” I snapped into the phone. She fell quiet. I sighed in exasperation and closed my eyes. “Listen. I know you’re not familiar with men who aren’t…” I trailed off. What was the right word? “Suit wearing rule followers. But just because they don’t fit into the category you have personal experience with doesn’t mean they automatically fall into the stereotype you see in the movies. You’re being ignorant. And I’m going to be real with you. I don’t like it. You’re sounding as narrowminded as my father.”

  Victoria was quiet on the other end.

  We had the sort of friendship where we could call each other on our bullshit. That didn’t mean it wasn’t uncomfortable. It just meant we were strong enough together to check one another when we needed to.

  “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “That’s the second time I’ve done that.”