Outlaw's Baby: Devil's Edge MC

by Naomi West

  Grinning, Creed slipped his hand between my legs again, and I opened them willingly to his touch. His thumb slid inside of me, wet and ready, as his mouth found the very center of me. His tongue lashed out, caressing the pearl of my clit. My legs nearly collapsed as I convulsed with just that gentle touch, the echoes of every brush of my tongue over me like a shockwave that shuttered through every inch of my skin.

  “Oh, Creed,” I moaned, throwing my head back. The long, auburn curls of my hair brushed against the naked skin of my back, and I could feel it, the heightened awareness of every sensation filling my senses. I could smell the dust, feel the grit of dirt under the bare skin of my feet.

  But more than that, I could feel the aching lines that Creed’s fingers and mouth traced along my pussy.

  Creed made love to me like I was something precious, something he desired, and perhaps even something he loved.

  Wrapping his arms around me, Creed stood, picking me up off the ground as he went. He set me down on the kitchen counter, throwing my legs over his shoulders to give his mouth better access.

  The rhythm of his caresses remained slow and teasing, driving me insane with every perfect, pleasure-filled brush of him. I cried out, mewling his name with every caress of that perfect, wet tongue. He somehow knew all of the ways I wanted to be licked, to be touched. My hands brushed over my breasts, the nipples as hard as glass.

  The pleasure built until I was crying out, tears slipping down my cheeks. The blood rush thundering through my veins made me dizzy with pleasure, a beautiful buzz filling up my whole world and diffusing through my limbs.

  That wave, the crash of my orgasm was so slow and perfect. It built to greater and greater heights until I knew it would destroy me as it crashed down like a tsunami wrecks a beach. I could feel in the base of my spine, unbearable and perfect, the pain of so much pleasure echoing through every single nerve in time with the slow, meticulous caresses of Creed’s perfect tongue.

  I screamed when I came, the whole world shattering into a million pieces, the glittering bits of reality falling around me like snowflakes in a blizzard. Every muscle in my body shook with the sheer force of it, and I was sure as the moment hit that I would die.

  Sweat dripped in slow, lazy dribbles down my skin, caressing my body like fingers. I shuttered as they tickled their way down my stomach, my breasts, and dripped onto Creed.

  I was floating.

  It took me a few moments to realize I was being carried. Creed had picked me up off of the counter and brought me back to where our bed was. He set me down on the mattress, then stepped back, staring down and me as I shivered with the aftershocks of the most amazing orgasm I’d ever experienced.

  Creed was not done with me. He would never be done with me.

  His gray eyes locked with mine, Creed took a hold of my right wrist. He kissed my hand before he pulled it up over my head, tying it to the wooden headboard with a scrap of cloth. I watched him do the same to my other wrist, then gasped as he tied something around my eyes, blocking the sight of him. I heard a rustle of clothing, then there was a long moment of silence where nothing happened.

  It seemed to drag on for a million years, the anticipation of what he would do next filling my every pore. I vibrated with it, my pussy dripping wet with hunger for him.

  When he grabbed my thigh hard enough to bruise, I gasped, feeling the pleasure of his five fingers imprinting into my flesh. He pulled my leg to one side, and a sharp, stinging feel of his hand slapped hard against my butt cheek. I cried out at the sharp, stinging pain that lanced through my leg. But much to my delight, Creed was hardly done.

  The gentle, soft feel of his fingers caressed my leg, sending electricity through every nerve and fiber of my body. The bed creaked as he climbed atop me, and I quivered, my senses straining to feel what he would do next. His mouth grazed my collarbones, his breath like a hot wind across my skin.

  When he bit me, he slid a finger inside my ass, slick with his spit. I screamed, reveling in the feel of his teeth burrowing into my skin. It stung, the pain shuttered through every inch of me. I almost came again as he nibbled his way south, his teeth grazing my nipple, sending stabbing, beautiful pain through my whole breast.

  Suddenly, both hands grabbed hard onto my knees, and without warning, his cock forced its way inside of my pussy, still tight and throbbing with my last orgasm. Pain and pleasure mingled as I pulled hard at my bonds, keening like an animal as I thrashed against the bed.

  He reached up and untied the fabric from my eyes. HIs huge, throbbing manhood stilled inside of me, making me moan with desire. I wanted him to move, to feel the perfect, wet friction of his cock in and out me.

  Creed grabbed hold of my shoulder, twisting me at an odd angle. The bonds on my wrists pulled, and I cried out as the pain of it ripped through my arms. “Watch,” he ordered, pointing to the far wall where an old, dusty mirror hung. Spiderwebs of cracks carved through the mirror’s surface, but I could still clearly see my body twisted and tied up. Creed sat above me, his cock buried deep in my pussy.

  “I want you to watch,” he whispered, and I watched his sensual mouth form the words in the mirror. My eyes traced the outline of him, from the fire tattoos that covered his arms, around the beautiful muscles, down to his powerful legs. I watched as one of his hands wrapped around my ankle, pulling on of my legs up over his shoulder. It was like watching a porn as his throbbing member slid out of my body, dripping wet, and then buried itself again.

  I wanted to throw back my head, but I forced myself to watch. I watched him as he fucked me, his long, slow thrusts making me howl with every thrust. I wanted this to last forever.

  When I came for the second time, I screamed. My hands clawed at my bindings. I couldn't breathe, I couldn’t see. All I could do was feel as the pleasure wracked through my whole body. But he still persisted, his cock slamming so hard into my body that I thought I would split in half.

  At the very last second, he pulled out, spilling his white hot seed all over my chest and stomach. We collapsed together, both of us breathing heavy and dripping with fluids. I still shivered with the aftershocks of the second, glorious orgasm, my whole body quivering with remembered touches and pain.

  Creed gently untied my bonds, a soft smile on his beautiful mouth. “You are perfect, Ivy,” he whispered. “I could fuck you forever.”

  “I’d be happy to let you,” I whispered, my voice coming out like a croak from my aching lungs. “Fuck.”

  He chuckled before picking himself up off of the bed. “Well, my Ivy. I think it’s time for a shower.” Lifting me up off of the mattress, Creed carried me into the bathroom like a groom carrying a bride over a threshold, and I reveled in the feel of being protected. I was his woman, and there wasn’t a damn thing in the world that would change it.

  Regardless of where we ended up, we would be together, and that was enough for me.

  After setting me down gently on the ground, Creed turned on the water, pulled out some of the clean towels from the dirt- and pest-proof container on the bathroom floor. We jumped into the shower together, both of us grinning like idiots. The shower was a little too small for two people, but we made it work.

  Creed grabbed a bar of soap and lathered his hands. Then he began massaging my back with them, washing me with sensual touch. I could feel my throbbing womanhood coming back to life as he touched me. Even with all of the abuse, it still begged for more with every single touch. I was addicted to him, and I couldn’t seem to help myself. Creed was my drug, my Kryptonite, and I never wanted it to stop.

  “Well, well,” Creed whispered into my neck, his breath caressing my wet flesh like fingers. I moaned at even that gentle touch, my body quivering with it. “Ready for round two already?”

  “Always,” I whispered back, my muscles quivering as his soapy hands slid around my ribs to caress my breasts. The soap was slick as he massaged every inch of me he could reach. I could feel him hardening again against my back, his cock rising like a
salute. “I don't seem to be the only one,” I chuckled, gasping as he kissed my hairline.

  And I cried out over and over again as he fucked me in the shower against the wall as the water caressed our bodies. I was happy knowing that this was to be my life from that moment on.

  Chapter Forty

  Creed

  Taking a deep breath, I took the last step into the clubhouse. The room went silent as I entered, every turning to face me. Their expressions gave away nothing, which didn’t reassure me any. What did they decide?

  Best case scenario, the vote went to dismantling the club or picking a new leader. Worst case? They decided I had murdered Kelly in cold blood for no reason other than personal gain, and the Edge would hang me from the rafters, followed closely by Josh and Ivy.

  I swallowed the sudden, dry feeling in my mouth, trying to read an expression, any expression. But not even familiar faces had something I could read.

  Everything seemed to slow down, time inching by. Patrick stood to take his place in the center of the room, and his steps seemed to take years. His footfalls almost echoed inside of the Edge; that was how quiet it was. The moment felt strange and surreal. Tension played along my shoulders, seizing up my muscles.

  What would happen next?

  What would they choose?

  Patrick, as the second and the highest remaining ranking brother inside the Edge, stood up to speak. “We have taken a vote,” he said, his voice carrying over the crowd. “The Devil’s Edge has decided to elect a new leader.”

  I released a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. So they didn’t vote to off me and everyone under my protection. All of the tension oozed from my shoulders. Perhaps we were safe. Depending on who ended up on as the Boss from now on, we might all…

  “We have unanimously decided that Creed Carver will be the next head of the Devil’s Edge.”

  I stared up at Patrick, sure I had heard him wrong. Me? Why?

  I was suddenly swamped, my brothers pouring from all sides to congratulate me on my ascent. I shook everyone’s hands and accepted hugs from the women without really feeling any of it. My whole body felt kind of numb, everything felt surreal. More like I was watching this on a TV show than in the real world.

  The doors opened again. I turned my chest feeling warm and full, my body kind of tingling with a strange sensation I’d never felt before. I saw my son, my Josh come into the room. He looked very solemn as he shook my hand. “Good work, Dad,” he said, fighting to keep a straight face a losing.

  I chuckled. “Thanks, kid.”

  Ivy was next. My eyes drank her in as she stepped forward, a smile on her beautiful face. My eyes ran over those familiar curls into the coffee eyes and that wicked smile that promised all sorts of dirty things. I wanted everything that smile promised and more. I looked forward to taking it tonight in a celebratory fuck.

  The men eyed Ivy with curiosity. She didn’t look like much, that was for sure. She was small, meek-looking, and quiet. But she was one of the strongest, most creative women I’d ever met. It was a good thing too; we’d have a lot to face in the upcoming months. There was Carlos to meet with, treaties to sign, and borders to watch. I didn’t believe for a second that this was the last time the Rodgers or the cartel would try for our territory. But this time, I could do more to protect my people. And I knew that Ivy would be right there, too. I could feel a smile spread across my mouth as I pulled Ivy in a little closer, content at the feel of her warmth against my body.

  My fierce little mouse.

  And she was all mine.

  THE END

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  [Bonus Novel #1] RIP ME: A Dark Romance

  By Naomi West

  I’M ABOUT TO RIP HER TO PIECES.

  What is a woman like her to a man like me?

  Usable.

  Disposable.

  Cheap.

  I’ve claimed hundreds of girls and I’ll claim hundreds more.

  Most nights, I take home whichever hot little b*tch tickles my fancy.

  A little fun, a little f*ck, and then boom – tossed aside.

  Never to be seen again.

  But this sure as hell isn’t most nights.

  There’s no room for error, no time to relax.

  There is only the job at hand.

  When you’re in a line of work like mine, people don’t take kindly to mistakes.

  In fact, screwing up this job is pretty much guaranteed to cost me my life.

  Which is why I get so pissed when she walks back through the door.

  She shouldn’t be here.

  She shouldn’t have seen the things she saw.

  Heard the things she heard.

  But it’s too late now. In this life, there is no escaping the consequences of our actions.

  She f*cked me up.

  And now it’s time for me to do the same to her.

  Chapter One

  Liv

  I took a deep breath, frowning down at my suitcase and wondering if there was anything I was forgetting. To take a spontaneous trip had seemed like a good idea at the time that I had booked it, but now that I was supposed to be leaving that night, I wasn't so sure anymore.

  “More shirts,” I muttered under my breath, moving already towards my dresser. But when I returned to the suitcase with the shirts in hand, I paused, looking down at the things that I already had packed. I wasn't sure that I could fit more shirts, was the thing — and I wasn't sure what to take out so that I could add more shirts.

  I sighed and put the shirts down on the bed, continuing to frown down at the suitcase. Finally, I threw my hands up in the air. If I was missing anything, I would just have to go shopping when I arrived. It wasn't as though I wouldn't be able to find the things that I needed; it wasn't like I was going to someplace in the middle of nowhere.

  I took a deep breath and flipped my suitcase closed, pulling the zipper around it. Then, I glanced at my watch — right on time. My taxi would be there soon.

  I dragged my suitcase down into the front hall and out onto the front porch. And there was the taxi, just pulling in. I pulled the door closed behind me, checking to make sure that it was locked, and then I slipped the spare key under the front mat, where Rip and I had agreed it would be.

  I still wasn't entirely sure about leaving my home to a stranger while I was on my trip, but I could use the little extra money. And anyway, I'd heard all sorts of great things about AirBnB. Rip and I had chatted a few times, both through the site and over the phone, and he seemed legitimate. Besides, he only planned to stay for a night. What was the worst that could happen?

  The taxi driver honked the horn, and I rolled my eyes, carrying my bag down to the car. “Yes, yes, I'm coming,” I muttered under my breath, wondering for the thousandth time what I was forgetting. I ran through my mental checklist one more time and shook my head, reminding myself yet again that it was all right to forget things.

  I got in the taxi and slammed the door shut behind me, giving one last passing glance toward my home.

  At the airport, I grabbed my bag and shuffled past the ticketing counter, amazed at the length of the line, and over to the security line. It was a good thing I had printed my ticket at home; otherwise, I would have definitely been late for my flight with a line like that!

  The security guard took one look at my ticket and frowned, though. “You're going to need to go talk to the ticket agents about that flight,” he told me in a bored monotone.

  I shook my head. “I already checked in and everything online,” I told him. I peered at my ticket as he handed it back to me. “Is there something wrong with my ticket?”

  “The ticket's fine,” the man said with a small shrug. “But your flight's been cancelled. You'll need to talk to the ticket agents about it.” He pointed back in the d
irection I had just come from, and I suddenly realized why that line had been so long.

  I groaned; that was what I got for trying to take this adventure using budget airlines. Outside, it was a bright, sunny autumn day, so it wasn't like weather was a factor here. And I was sure they were going to give me the whole run-around when I got to the front of the line too.

  I morosely moved back the way that I'd come and got in line, wondering if this was a sign from the Universe that I shouldn't try to be more adventurous like I'd resolved to be.

  A couple hours later, I'd finally reached the front of the line and found out that due to staffing issues of some sort, a number of the airline's flights had been grounded that day. I was rebooked onto a flight for the next day, but when I asked about hotel vouchers or anything like that, the woman only looked nervously at the line and shook her head. It was a budget airline, I was reminded, and these things happened sometimes; we had to expect them…