Dark Limits: Alpha Brotherhood MC

by Evelyn Glass

  “I know, and that’s what I’m afraid of. I’m afraid that you will ‘get tired of my shit’ as Luke used to say. I know that I’m asking—”

  Scott gave his hips a firm twist, cutting her off as he dumped her on the bed, rolling them over and pinning her down as he stared into her eyes, losing himself in their infinite depths. “Maybe someday…but not today. For now, I’m much more interested in learning all about your shit.” He watched her eyes and could still see the uncertainty there. “And your lips,” he whispered as he lowered his lips to hers.

  Jess threw everything she had into the kiss, wanting to show Scott that if he would believe in her, she would never disappoint him. She held him to her, their tongues probing as he straddled her leg and then leaned into her pussy, the press of his thigh in her “V” promising much pleasure to come and causing desire to pour through her, making her feel hot and itchy.

  “And your neck,” he whispered, pulling back from the kiss, his lips slowly caressing their way down her jaw and under her ear, making her want to squirm. As he nuzzled her he began walking her shirt up her body in slow measure, making her want to moan in anticipation. As she bit her lower lip, he slid her covering over her breast, the coolness of the room making the nipple come erect.

  “Your breasts,” he rumbled as the shocking warmth of his mouth covered her nipple, her hand going to the back of his head to indicate her approval as she continued to twist and move in delight.

  She was certain he was going to make her come as his tongue flicked and nursed her, his free hand gently stroking her most intimate area, teasing her with anticipation. He was setting her on edge, winding her tight as he nudged her toward an explosive orgasm.

  “Your—”

  “Stop, stop,” she begged softly as he began to move lower, each touch of his lips a flare of pleasure. “I want you inside of me. Please, I want to feel you inside of me.”

  All thoughts of tomorrow were gone, replaced with his need for this woman. She continued to call to him at a deep level, her breathy begging for him making his heart pound and his blood roar hot in his veins. Just like the first time in her overheated apartment, he could feel his need to possess him like no woman before her. It wasn’t love at first sight, but it was damn sure something.

  In a flurry of motion they removed their coverings, tossing the clothing haphazardly onto the floor. Scott wanted to plunge deep into her, to fuck her long and slow, but they had to be smart. Jess was already opening the condom as he moved between her legs, pausing long enough for her to sheath him.

  “As soon as I’m able, I’m going back on the pill because this sucks,” she murmured as she fiddled with the packaging then unrolled the condom over his cock.

  He couldn’t help but snort in amusement, the intensity of the moment broken by her comment. It had been years since he hadn’t used a condom, except for that one encounter in her bedroom when he had been so blinded by lust he wasn’t thinking straight.

  Her task finished, she pulled him down to her as she slowly fell back, taking his lips again as they aligned. He entered her slowly, exhaling softly into her mouth as pleasure washed over him. He pushed in deep and held himself there, luxuriating in the warmth and tightness of her as their tongues danced.

  He began to move, a slow thrusting motion that caused pleasure to flow through her, radiating out from the point of their joining like a warm wave. He pulled back from their kiss, bracing on his elbows as his hands slid up her arms, his gaze holding her until his finger interlaced with hers. He pinned her hands loosely above her head, his eyes never leaving hers as they moved together. She was helpless in his grip, held in place by his hands, but she had never felt safer, and she turned herself over to him, knowing he would never hurt her.

  He moved, slowly, gently, drawing out their pleasure, watching her face as she relaxed under his soft restraint. She tipped her face up, her lips opening slightly in invitation, and he took them for his own. They moved together, their soft sighs joining the sound of moving bodies. He smiled, watching as her face began to slowly twist, her breathing becoming harder as she fought to free her hands.

  She was going to come as Scott’s slow methodical stroking drove her crazy. In the past their hard, passionate, fucking had driven her headlong into orgasm, but this tender love-making was drawing her pleasure out, stretching her tight like a string. They needed to be quiet, but she could feel the approaching orgasm trying to give voice to the pleasure she felt. She tugged at her hands, trying to free them, but he continued to hold her. She pulled harder, the struggle ramping up her desire, making her back arch with pleasure and exertion as she strained to free her hands while holding her voice. Suddenly her hands were free and she grasped his head and pulled his lips to hers with desperate strength.

  Scott released her hands as she began to appear frantic and she pulled his mouth to hers, shivering as if cold as she moaned softly into his mouth. His hands free, he wrapped her up, holding her tight, as he began to pound into her furiously hard. She pulled back with a gasp, her arms going around him and her nails biting into his back as she clung to him, her whimpers almost silent. He had control of his orgasm while they moved in a slow easy rhythm, but having Jess orgasming in his arms as he drove into her hard and fast was overwhelming his control.

  Her orgasm washed out of her, leaving her breathless and panting in its wake. She held to him as he continued to drive into her hard and fast, sensing the strain within him, knowing he was close as he drove for his own release.

  “Come for me,” she cooed into his ear.

  Her words ripped his control from him as if he were but a kite in a hurricane and, with a deep grunt, he came in strong pulses. He wanted to keep thrusting, to plunge into her hard and fast until he was wrung dry of need, but he was afraid he would begin to roar his completion to the world if he did, so he pushed in deep and held himself there as he burned in orgasmic fire.

  She smiled as she felt him relax in her embrace. “Another item to check off my bucket list,” she murmured as he lay against her, panting softly.

  “What?” he whispered as he rose up so he could look into her eyes, those huge, beautiful, mesmerizing, eyes.

  “Fucking in my dad’s house, with him just down the hall.”

  Scott smiled and kissed her softly. “You think he heard?”

  “Ask me if I care.”

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  “There she is,” Jess said as they drove along the outer ring of the mall. Scott didn’t slow and continued past, just another rusted out heap hauling shoppers to the mall. Jess looked at him but said nothing. This was his show and she would follow his lead without question.

  Angela had called them an hour ago and said they had Scott’s bike and were leaving for Fairlane mall. They had waited until Angela called again and said the bike was delivered and that Kat was waiting, alone, for them.

  “When we stop, you move over into the driver’s seat. Keep the motor running. If I don’t give you the all clear, or if the shit hits the fan, you run like hell, got it?”

  “I will, but I still don’t like it.”

  “I will have a better chance of getting away if I don’t have to worry about you, so you run, understand?”

  “I said I would,” she snapped then pursed her lips in annoyance. Scott was radiating tension and it was starting to get to her. “Sorry.”

  After circling the mall, they returned to where his bike was parked, Kat’s car the only one sitting nearby. This time, instead of driving past, Scott turned down the aisle toward Kat. “Get ready.”

  Kat crushed her cigarette out under her toe as Ron’s battered Toyota pulled in beside the bike. She ground her teeth in annoyance as Scott stepped out of the car but kept the door open. She should have guessed Jess would turn to Ron for help.

  “You’re Scott?” she asked. This was the first time she had seen him, and she had to admit that her daughter had good taste in men. Tall and well built, he looked like someone who should be stepp
ing out of a private jet instead of the piece of shit Toyota.

  “Hands on the car,” he said, his tone brooking no argument.

  Kat felt herself go red. Who did this punk think he was? “Fuck you.”

  “Suit yourself,” he said with a shrug as he made to get back into the car.

  “Wait a minute,” she snapped, then swallowed her pride and placed her hands on the hood of the car and spread her legs.

  Scott took another quick look around and then stepped around the front of the car as Jess jumped out and ran around the back and got behind the wheel. “I’m going to pat you down. You carrying? Tell me now because if I find out you are holding out on me, we’re done here.”

  “Val’s right. You’re a cocky little shit. Right boot.”

  “Just being careful,” Scott said as he crouched down and pulled the Beretta Storm out of her boot and pocketed it. “Nice weapon. You’ll get it back.” Kat started to stand up but he pushed her back down onto the car. “Not yet.”

  He gave her a good pat down, taking his bike keys and her cellphone and car keys, not being shy about reaching between her legs or handling her tits. “Enjoying yourself?” she sneered as he felt her breasts. Despite Scott’s brusque manner, she approved of his quiet efficiency.

  “You can stand up now,” he said as he stepped back, and jerked his head for Jess to step out of the car. “Here’s how this is going to work: Jess and I are leaving on the bike. You follow in the car. If I even suspect we’re being followed, we’re gone. You follow us to where we’re going then you and Jess can have a nice long talk.”

  “Why can’t I take my car?”

  “Because I don’t know what’s in your car.”

  “And if I refuse?” Kat asked.

  “Then we leave. Simple as that.”

  “How do I know I can trust you?”

  “You don’t. But then life’s a bitch, isn’t it? Look, you have five seconds to make up your mind.” Scott waited ten and then shrugged. “You coming with me or staying?” he asked Jess.

  “With you,” she said, stepping past her mom.

  Scott watched as Kat’s eyes tracked Jess. “Goddamnit, Jessica. Fine. Fuck. I thought you would at least trust me.”

  “I thought I could trust Uncle Val, too, and look what happened.”

  “I’m not Val.”

  “No, you’re his sister. This is the way it has to be, Mom.”

  “Fine, goddamnit. We’ll do it your way.”

  Jess and Scott mounted his bike while Kat crawled behind the wheel of the Toyota. Once they were set, Scott pulled away with Kat tailing along behind.

  They motored down Michigan Avenue for a ways, speeding up and slowing down, Scott watching for cars that always seemed to be there, but seeing nothing he picked one of the restaurants that littered the area because the name caught his fancy. They pulled into Potbelly Sandwich Shop and parked, Kat parking in a spot nearby.

  “I see Ron’s taste in cars hasn’t improved,” Kat sneered.

  For some reason, her sneering tone annoyed Jess. She was starting to see Ron in a different light and she didn’t like Kat running him down. “At least he doesn’t spend everything he makes on cheap-ass wine,” she snapped, both ashamed and pleased that Kat seemed stunned by the accusation and her tone.

  “I’ll wait out here,” Scott said as he opened the door for the ladies. When Jess started to follow Kat through the door, he took her by the arm and stopped her. “Here,” he said, pressing a twenty into Jess’s hand. “Do what you know is right and don’t let her bully you.” He gave her a quick kiss and hustled her through the door as Kat turned to glare at him.

  Potbelly was busy with the lunch crowd, but the line was moving quickly. “You want something?” Jess asked as she surveyed the menu stuck to the wall behind the registers.

  “I want you to come home.”

  “To eat. I’ll have A Wreck and a drink,” Jess said then looked at her mom.

  “Make it two.”

  “Two Wrecks and two drinks,” the man said punching in their order and handing her two cups. “$16.98.” They moved down the line, waiting for their sandwiches to be made and toasted. When their sandwiches hit the counter, Jess paid and took sandwiches while Kat carried the cups.

  After filling their cups they settled at a table tucked into the corner as far from prying ears as possible. “I’m listening,” Jess said after a moment of silence.

  “You need to come home, Jess,” Kat said, launching into her spiel. “You’ve proven your point and it’s time for you to come back to your family.”

  “That would be the family that was shooting at me.”

  “That was fucked up,” Kat admitted. “It’s probably just as well that Scott killed them or Val would have. They overstepped their bounds, Jess. Nobody was supposed to get hurt.”

  Jess thought about it a moment. It was all bullshit, and she knew it. Kat was just trying to manipulate her. “So, when Uncle Val brought out the goon squad at the restaurant, that was just a mistake, too?”

  Kat sighed. “Yes. That was a mistake, and he knows it now.”

  “How?”

  “Because I told him. You need to have your own life and Val knows it, too. He just wants the best for you, honey. You know that.”

  Jess bit into her sandwich and chewed thoughtfully. “And if what is best for me is Scott?”

  “You don’t know him, Jess. How can you say he’s best for you?”

  “For now, he’s what’s best for me. He…quiets me. The dreams have stopped.”

  “I know. You told me,” Kat said.

  “I told him everything. Things I’ve told nobody else.”

  Kat looked at her daughter, stunned by the admission. “Everything?”

  “Everything…or at least, everything I can remember.”

  Kat felt herself flash hot, jealous of a man she met less than a half hour before. “So he’s your new confidant, is he?” she said, struggling but failing to keep the bitterness out of her voice. “He just rides into town one day and you decide he’s the one and you spill your guts to him? And for what? A hard cock and a quick fuck? A good looking guy—”

  Jess slapped her hands on the table. “We’re done here,” she said as she started to slide out. I should have listened to Scott!

  “Jess! Wait!” Kat cried softly, taking Jess by the hand. “Don’t go. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I just don’t know what is going on. I don’t understand what has gotten into you.” Kat put her head in her hands as she rested her elbows on the table. “Jesus, I need a drink.”

  “No, what you need is to get your life together. That’s what I’m trying to do,” Jess said, scooting back into the booth. “I don’t know what it is about Scott, but I like him. I like him a lot. He treats me with respect and he doesn’t order me around like I don’t matter. He makes me feel…I don’t know…important. He makes me feel like I’m alive in a way I haven’t felt in a long time. Maybe ever. I won’t give that up, Mom. Not for you, not for Uncle Val, not for anybody.”

  “You can’t love him, Jess! You’ve just met him!”

  “Did I say I love him?”

  “No, but—”

  “Then stop putting words in my mouth. I don’t love him, but I damn sure like him, and I would like to have the chance to fall in love with him. But you won’t give me that chance, will you? You or Val. You both you think you know better than I do what is best for me. I’m not a little kid anymore, Mom. I can make decisions for myself.”

  “I know, baby. But you have been hurt so much. Val and I, we just don’t want to see you make another mistake.”

  “Another mistake? Who was it that was pushing me toward Luke? Oh, wait, that was you and Val. As I recall, I wanted to break it off when he hit me the first time, but someone thought I should give him another chance, and another, and another. Who was that? Oh, that’s right, that was you, too!”

  Kat pouted. Jess was right, but Luke had fooled them all. “We didn’t know
what he was capable of. If we had, we would have never…”

  Jess softened. “I know. But my point is, you and Val don’t exactly have a spotless record for knowing what is best. I told you Luke was dangerous, but you thought I was overreacting. Now I’m telling you Scott is right for me, and you are once again telling me I’m overreacting. Well, what if I’m not? What if Scott is yin to my yang?”

  “What?”

  Jess sighed. Her mother wasn’t the most widely read woman, but she thought everyone had heard of yin and yang. “That we complement each other, that we are meant to be together.”

  “Jess! You just met him!”

  “And if Val hadn’t tried to haul me away against my will, or kill me, by accident or not, we might have found out what was going to happen without it turning into this cluster fuck. But we’ll never know now, will we?”