The Soldiers of Wrath MC: Complete Series

by Jenika Snow

  “Lay flat on your back and spread those thick, gorgeous thighs so I can see the pussy that I own.”

  She did as he asked without hesitation. He moved closer, loving that she was all his. The sight of her lying on that bed, offering herself to him, had his cock fully hard again. He shucked off the rest of his clothing, grabbed his dick, and started stroking himself. Every inch of her body on display for his visual pleasure was slowly draining his self-control. The idea of teasing her to the brink of orgasm was a delight he was not about to pass up. Here she was, ready for his taking, and he wasn’t going to say no. He didn’t want her thinking about anything and anyone else, seeing or hearing anything that didn’t directly result from what he was doing to her.

  He moved onto the bed and took up residence between her legs. Placing his hand on an inner thigh, he pushed them open even farther. She stiffened for only a second before she opened fully for him. Her cunt was a thing of beauty, all smooth and pink, glistening with the wetness he caused. She was primed for him, but he wanted her soaking, dripping with nectar, until she drenched the sheets beneath her.

  “Your pussy is a pretty shade of pink, sweet Amy.”

  Her chest rose and fell and his gaze was torn from her mouth to the smooth lips of her pussy. He lifted his hand and ran his finger down the center of her wet pussy. Her body visibly shook, and he smiled, loving that just the slightest touch from him affected her so quickly. Placing his thumb on her clit, he pressed into it while he slid his index finger over her slickness and circled it around the opening of her body. Her legs seemed to fall open even wider and a soft mewl left her. Slipping his finger into the wet, hot depth of her body, he grunted when her pussy sucked the digit inside.

  He finger fucked her in long strokes while he rubbed hard, slow circles around the swollen little bud of her clit. The breathy cries that came from her had his cock throbbing and leaking cum. He used his other hand to grip his shaft. Tightening his fingers around his aching member, he started tugging at it as he thrust with his finger into her. He could have come just from watching his finger dip into her body, but he wanted to hold off until he could blow his load inside of her, feeling her snug little pussy gripping him.

  He wanted her on the verge of coming. He wanted her to beg him for it, to give him anything he wanted just so she could get off. She would get there. There was no doubt that, by the end of the night, he would fuck her good and hard, and giving in to what they both desperately wanted.

  “Joker, oh God.” The way his name fell from her lips, all breathy and full of need, had him gripping his shaft harder. Fuck, he wanted inside of her so bad. “Please. I’m so close.” She squirmed on the bed, her breasts thrust out and her hips rising to meet his plunging finger.

  Leaning forward, he pressed a kiss to the side of her mouth, and slid his tongue out to run it along her bottom lip. He ran his fingers over the swollen bundle of tissue again and she cried out, her pussy gripping his fingers. She was close. He could feel it as her inner muscles tightened around the digits. He knew it would only take a little pressure on her clit and a little twist along the bundle of tissue and she would go off.

  Joker removed his fingers, and she moaned. He ran his palm over one of her breasts, needing to touch her mounds. Joker sucked her cream from his digits, not able to help himself. Her nipples were hard and tight, the air making them poke up as if begging for his mouth. Leaning over, he suctioned his lips over the turgid peak.

  “It’s so good.”

  He grinned around her flesh and ran his tongue over her nipple. She tasted so fucking good. Her flesh was as smooth and he knew he’d never get enough. While he sucked and licked, he moved his hand back down her stomach and to the hard little knot of nerves at the top of her pussy again. A cry left her, and she begged him for more.

  He let her nipple go and closed his eyes as pleasure moved through him. “I love you so much, baby girl.”

  “I love you, too, Joker,” she whispered, and strained forward.

  He circled her clit, harder, faster, drawing out her pleasure. Latching his mouth onto hers, he stroked her body until she shook and cried out against his lips. He swallowed her cry of pleasure, feeling his own need to be buried inside of her mounting to an uncomfortable level. He found himself pressing his hips into the mattress, trying to let off some of the lust he had for her. It was no use. There was no denying that there wasn’t a substitute for what he really wanted.

  He placed a hand on each of her thighs, feeling the delicate flesh of her skin, dampened from her need for him. He was harder than he’d ever been. Placing the very tip of his cock at the entrance of her pussy, he lifted his eyes to her. Amy’s cheeks were flushed and her hairline was wet. He pushed into her, filling every succulent inch of her pussy with his cock. Her mouth opened and her back arched. It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen.

  Oh. Yes. More. So much more. Amy couldn’t help the long moan that spilled from her when Joker thrust his massively huge dick into her. She could feel the coarse hairs dotting his thighs as he moved inside of her, scrapping her delicate flesh. She could feel his sweat-slicked skin glide effortlessly against hers. Joker thrust his shaft into her, her wetness and arousal making his movements fluid, easy, and fast. The very tip of his cock hit the very end of her and she gasped, loving that she burned at being stretched. It was an intense sensation and one that she wanted to experience over and over again.

  “Jesus Christ, baby.”

  Her vision wavered and the tendrils of another orgasm swirled around her, leaving her gasping out his name, begging him for it harder and faster. As her climax burst inside of her, spiraling outward, with flashes of stars in front of her eyes, there was a part of her mind that spoke up, telling her that this is what it meant to be owned and claimed by a man that loved her.

  He thrust three more times into her willing body, but he wasn’t done with her yet. He rubbed his thumb on her clit and pumped his hips forward, sliding his dick in and out of her still-clenching pussy. “Come for me again, baby. Now.”

  Another orgasm ripped through her and she felt the world drifting away, but not before she heard Joker grunt from his own climax. His big body stilled and everything around her darkened as she felt him fill her with his cum. He collapsed on top of her, panting for breath, the same as she was, and finally he rolled off her. She stared at the ceiling, hoping David hadn’t heard what they had done. But she was too exhausted, too sexually satiated, that she honestly didn’t care at the moment. All she wanted was to be wrapped up in the arms of the man she loved, not worrying about anything.

  “I love you, Amy,” Joker said in a deep, sleep thickened voice. He wrapped a thickly muscled, tattooed arm around her waist, pulled her close, her back to his chest. He ran the tip of his nose up her neck, and inhaled deeply, murmured something she didn’t understand, but she knew it was positive and filled with love.

  “I love you, too.” She closed her eyes, feeling so good, and not because she had been sexually conquered. She felt whole, wanted, and invincible, but it wasn’t just because of Joker. She felt like something had started to shift inside of her, move through her, and make her stronger. Amy let herself slip into a contented sleep with the man she loved behind her, protecting her, and her future looking brighter.

  Chapter 13

  Joker rolled over the following morning to the blaring of his cell phone. He didn’t want to wake Amy up but the stupid device seemed to be getting louder.

  “You better get that,” Amy said, pulling away from him.

  Falling out of the bed, Joker scrambled for his cell. He found it in his jeans pocket and Demon’s name lit up the screen.

  “What?” Joker asked. He didn’t expect to be called about club business for a couple of days let alone the next morning after picking up Daniella.

  “We need you at the clubhouse.”

  “I just left you a few hours ago.”

  “Fuck, Joker. Zeke’s coming down, and he wants to see you.”

/>   “He’s not collected his daughter yet?” Joker asked, sitting up and paying attention. He saw Amy leave the room and head toward the bathroom.

  “Nope. She’s been at the club all night. Do you want to hear some interesting piece of news?”

  “Yeah, sure.” He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and figured he might as well hear it all.

  “Shakes gave up his room. He slept on the couch in the main fucking bar, Joker.”

  “For Daniella?” Joker asked. “He gave his room up for her?” Out of all the men, Shakes was a selfish prick who only ever did anything for himself. This was entirely out of character, but on the drive back, it had been out of character for him to ask her questions. Shakes didn’t give a shit about anyone or anything except getting laid.

  “Yeah, he gave up his room. Told any man that if they went in, he’d slit their goddamned throat.”

  “What did you do?”

  Joker sat on the edge of the bed, running a hand down his face.

  “What do you think? I added to the warning. I don’t give a fuck who Daniella is related to. She’s a fucking teenager in college. There’s no way I’m letting any of these guys think they can play with her. Fuck, this club is not for girls like her.”

  “I can’t believe that bastard didn’t come and collect her. Did she put up a fight? Any trouble?”

  “Nope, she stayed out of everyone’s way. She took the Chinese food Shakes ordered for her and closed the door. It was like she wasn’t even here.” He heard Demon blow out a breath across the line. “Zeke’s a business partner for the foreseeable future. I can’t have his kids jeopardizing that relationship we’re building up.”

  “I get it.” As VP, it was Joker’s job to keep up to date with everything happening in the club. “I’ll get Amy and I’ll be down there as soon as I can.”

  “I’d prefer it if you were here when Zeke arrives. Deanna loved Amy. She wants to know when Amy can visit again.”

  “We’re working on it. Amy’s still… delicate. I don’t want to push her too hard. I don’t expect her to just get over shit in one day.”

  “I get it, Joker.”

  “I’m patient; I can wait, and I’m going to help her get through this.”

  “You really do love this woman, don’t you?”

  “Yeah, I do.”

  “Okay, see you when you get here.”

  Demon hung up the phone and Joker dropped his head.

  “Problems at the club?” Amy asked.

  Glancing toward the bathroom doorway, Joker hadn’t even heard her come back. She wore his shirt, and he held his hands out. “Come here, beautiful.”

  She smiled, walking toward him. Amy was a natural, sensual woman. She didn’t need any tricks or teases to make him want her.

  Gripping her ass, he drew her close to nuzzle her stomach. “There are always problems in the club. Everywhere I turn there are problems.”

  “Isn’t that the fun part of being in the club?” she asked, sarcastically.

  “No, baby.” Resting his head on her stomach, Joker closed his eyes. Peace was hard to come by in his world. “There are other things that are a lot more fun being involved in the club.”

  She started to stroke his hair. Her delicate touch making other parts of him rock hard.

  “How did someone so young get to be a VP? What does a VP do?”

  “I am Vice President of the club. I took a bullet, almost died, and I’ve got a pretty face. All the guys listen to me. I think they want to fuck me,” he said, raising a brow, trying for coy.

  Amy laughed. “There’s nothing pretty about you but I can see why they want you. You’re incredibly handsome.” She leaned forward, dropping a kiss to his lips.

  Joker groaned as she deepened the kiss. “Fuck, baby, I’ve got to stop this.”

  “Why?”

  “The club needs me for club business. It’s entirely shit ‘cause I thought I had the rest of the weekend with you.”

  “The girl you picked up?”

  “You do listen when I talk?”

  “I don’t really have a choice.” Amy covered her ears. “You make sure I hear you.”

  She headed to her closet. He slapped her ass, watching it wiggle underneath his shirt.

  “You’re a little vixen, baby.”

  Amy chuckled and Joker made his way into the bathroom. She really was the love of his life. His very reason for breathing, and he couldn’t imagine anything happening to her. He wouldn’t survive it.

  After taking a piss, he washed his hands, and then brushed his teeth, which he’d grabbed from his old bedroom, before splashing water on his face. This was not how he imagined the day panning out. Getting dressed, he walked downstairs to find Amy cooking in the kitchen. His father was sipping some juice while reading the newspaper.

  “Morning, son. I didn’t expect you to be up this early.”

  “I’ve got to be heading out. Club business. I’m taking Amy with me.”

  David nodded. “Good. It’ll do her good to get out of here every once in a while. She’s spending too much time here again.”

  “You know, I do own my own place,” Amy said, looking back at them.

  “I know, and you’re more than welcome to come back here anytime. You know that, honey.”

  “Love you,” she said, smiling at his father.

  David nodded back. “You better treat that girl with care, Reese.”

  “I will.”

  Twenty minutes later, Amy placed a plate full of bacon, eggs, and toast in front of him with a cup of coffee. She took a seat beside him with the same food she’d given David as well.

  “You spoil me.”

  Their breakfast went by in silence as they ate. Joker kept reaching out to touch or stroke Amy, cupping the back of her neck, pulling her close to him.

  “Will you two lovebirds be back tonight?” David asked.

  “I’m thinking of sticking around at the clubhouse. We’re having a bit of a barbeque. Family thing, it’ll be good for Amy to meet a few people.”

  “Sure.”

  “Do you want to come?” Amy asked, looking pointedly at David.

  “Nah, honey. Football’s on and I’ve got a six-pack in the fridge. I’m all set.”

  He knew his father was still hurting from Brenda’s loss. He wondered when he’d start dating again and if he’d even considered it. When Amy left to do the dishes, Joker sat back and asked him.

  “I’m old, son. I’m not going to get back in the saddle or whatever you kids call it these days.”

  “Dad, you can’t live the rest of your days alone. You’re only fifty.”

  “To some, I’ve come and gone.” David sat back in his chair, looking sad. “I can’t do it just yet. This is the house I shared with Brenda. I just can’t think of looking for another woman. Brenda, she was my soul mate… the other half of me. I loved your mother, Joker, I really did, but not like I loved Brenda.”

  He understood. His parents had a volatile relationship, which meant they could be kissing one moment and fighting the next.

  He left his father an hour later, and with Amy on the back of his bike, he headed toward the clubhouse. She had on the helmet he was insistent that she wear even though he broke the law by not wearing one. He was a good, strong, competent driver, but he wouldn’t have her putting her life at risk.

  Once inside the clubhouse compound, he saw Zeke’s vehicle was already waiting. Two of his guards stood outside smoking.

  Parking his bike in his spot, he waited for Amy to climb off first before getting off his bike.

  “Who are they?” she asked.

  “You’re about to meet a partner of the club.” He took her hand, leading her toward the doors. From the outside they heard shouting.

  “I can’t believe you left me here.” The voice sounded like Daniella.

  Entering the club, Joker kept a firm hold of Amy’s hand. There, right in the center of the club, Zeke and Daniella faced each other. Behind Zeke were his two bo
dyguards and behind Daniella, he saw Shakes. His club brother kept his distance and only people who knew Shakes, knew how protective he was being.

  “I had business to attend to.”

  “You could have let me stay at college. You must think you’re some kind of god. You call me to tell me we’re spending the weekend together. What happened to inviting me?” she asked.

  “You wouldn’t have come.”

  “So, you order. It’s all the same with you. You’re always ordering everyone around to get them to do what you want.”

  “You’re my daughter.”

  “I’m sure you’ve got a stash of those around as well. I bet every freaking city has a daughter of yours. My mother wasn’t the only one you screwed.” Daniella spat each word, glaring at her father.

  Zeke didn’t lose his cool for a moment.

  “I don’t have any other children.”

  “That you acknowledge.” Daniella folded her arms underneath her breasts. “Where is my mom?”

  “Last time I checked she was vacationing in France.”

  Daniella shook her head. “I hate you.”

  “Unfortunately, Daniella, I’m the only one you’ve got. Your mother doesn’t want anything to do with you. I married her so that I could gain custody of you. Providing she stays out of the picture, she gets paid handsomely for it.”

  From the stricken look on Daniella’s face, Joker could tell she’d been aware of the fact her mother didn’t want her. It wasn’t a shock, no; it was pain, pure and simple. Daniella hurt because no one else wanted her and she didn’t want anything to do with the one who did.

  “Thank you, Demon, for coming to get me,” Daniella said, smiling at him. She moved past Zeke, who reached out to touch her. “Don’t you dare! I may be your daughter, but I’ve not been paid to kiss your ass.”

  She barged out of the door, leaving the club speechless.

  “I’ll have to save our business meeting for another time,” Zeke said. “I’m sorry for my daughter. She can be emotional.”