Smiling, he flipped me over, putting me on my hands and knees, and leaned over my back and whispered, “Poor, baby, what do you need?”
“Stop playing with me, Falon!” I growled.
“Babe, I love playing with you though, I think I said something about spanking this ass the other day when you were being sassy,” he said and then spanked my ass hard. I bit my lip as I felt the heat flow to my clit, making it throb almost painfully while waiting for my climax.
“More,” I moaned. Fuck I need to come.
Falon chuckled and then spanked the other cheek just as hard. “I’m just getting started.”
He alternated spanking each of my ass cheeks and enjoyed my pleas for a release. Just when I was ready to go over the edge, he slammed into my pussy from behind and gripped my shoulders to hold me in place. The force he used to pound into me was making it hard for me to stay up. I dropped my head to my forearms and just felt…everything.
“Come on, baby, give me that sweet pussy,” he ground out and pushed in me harder.
I screamed my release and collapsed on the floor with his weight on top of me. He was going to kill me with orgasms. But what a way to go. We rolled over together, panting, and sweating, so when Falon spoke I wasn’t paying that close of attention.
“Next weekend we are getting married in Atlantic City. So you had better get busy.”
HUH? I thought but was too tired to move quite yet, he had to be fucking with me.
Epilogue
Brit
Shit, what the fuck happened? I thought as I tried to open my eyes. Ow, the light, fuck it was too bright and it was shining in my eyes. I moaned a little and tried to turn over, but for some reason I couldn’t move, there was something blocking me.
Dammit, I tried to open my eyes again, and still, the light hurt too fucking bad. So I tried to roll the other way and crap, I was trapped. What the fuck? I relaxed for a second and thought. Okay, I need to remember.
I thought hard, I was in Atlantic City. Falon and Mel had eloped with the whole damn family. Falon had insisted on everyone coming and had even gone as far to use his status as an artist to get a whole floor reserved for everyone. They had a party after the wedding and things had gotten a little wild. Shit, I was doing shots of tequila. What a dumbass, no wonder I felt like shit right now.
Well, I knew where I was at least. I moved a little and then I heard someone moan. What the fuck? That had my eyes opening but it didn’t help with the light, it hurt, but I didn’t give a shit. Oh my God, I thought as I saw two legs thrown over me, one on either side, shit, shit, shit.
“Mmmmmm,” I heard and my eyes snapped to the man who was laying on my left. Jet? Shit, shit, shit. I turned to the right and saw Sean. Motherfucker, I thought and closed my eyes tight and then opened them again.
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOIN’ IN MY BED?” I screeched loudly. Yes, screeched because in this instance, I swear it was needed. Both men jumped and yeah, they fell out of bed onto the floor and yelled loudly.
“Shit!” Sean said.
“Fuck!” Jet snapped and then both men sat up and glared at me.
“Answer please!” I growled and Sean looked confused for a second and then looked at Jet who was rubbing his head trying to wake up enough to function.
“Okay,” Sean said slowly. “We were down gambling, and Jet won big.”
“Uh okay? And that has what to do with why you are in my bed?” I yelled.
“I don’t know okay. I was just trying to think about the last thing I remember!” Sean yelled.
I reached out with my right hand to clasp the sheet in front of me and my eyes saw a flash and I looked down. My head snapped up and I looked at both men and whispered, “What the fuck happened?”
Jet sighed and said, “I don’t know.”
“Why do I have a ring on my finger?” I continued to whisper and both men’s heads popped up and then looked at my hand and then they looked at their hands and both men sucked in a breath at the same time, and then they held their hands up.
Shit, they had rings as well, BOTH of them.
“Oh my God!” I cried loudly. “I’m a criminal! I can’t be married to TWO men, that is illegal, who the hell married me to two men? They should be the ones arrested, what were they thinking!”
Books by Harley McRide
Ops Warriors MC
Sharing Freedom
Bringing Harmony
Shady
Hell Froze Over
Tasered
Lady Riders
Rain Falls
Treats Aren’t Always Sweet
Broken Wings
Baby Bear
Furies
Inferno
Shattered
Costa Nostra
Capo Ricco
KO Ink
Co-authored w/Carson Mackenzie
Vengeance
Pierced & Inked
Brawn & Brazen
Cuffed & Briefed
Tatted and Tamed
The Titans of South Side
Co-authored w/Carson Mackenzie
Smoked and Smitten
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Books by Carson Mackenzie
Black Hawk MC
Speed
Crusher
Devil – Coming Soon
Haven MC
Snatched
Hawk’s Bounty – Coming Soon
Standalones
Her Way or No Way
KO Ink
Co-authored with Harley McRide
Vengeance
Pierced and Inked
Brawn and Brazen
Cuffed and Briefed
Tatted and Tamed
The Titans of South Side
Co-authored with Harley McRide
Smoked and Smitten
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Excerpt from Smoked and Smitten
The Titans of South Side Book One
by Carson Mackenzie & Harley McRide
“Gotta speak to the tenants, then we can roll.” I walked around to the front of the building where the occupants stood. “You folks have places to go? You aren’t going to be allowed in to gather things until late tomorrow. The owner’s been notified of the fire, said he would be by tomorrow to take a look and to meet with you. He did mention he has a few places empty now that could be rented out if you need them. Only thing he told dispatch was they aren’t in this same area. We will have the report ready in a couple of days if you need a copy for your insurance companies.” I waited for questions to be asked but the folks thanked me, said they had places to stay for the rest of the night and began to walk away, leaving only Ms. Nixon who stared at me while she chewed on her bottom lip. “Ma’am, you have any questions?”
“Was this fire my fault? I heard a couple of the firefighters mention the gas and the mower behind my unit.” She looked sadden, remorseful almost, not the typical reaction of someone who would have engineered a plan to set her place on fire.
“Really can’t say until we get the report wrote up and the investigator takes a look around to make sure we aren’t wrong in our assessment.” Her eyes went wide and a panicked looked crossed her face and I found myself wanting to put her at ease. “Just procedure, ma’am. That’s it. I wouldn’t worry.”
“Okay, thank you, ummm...” Her eyes roamed over my gear.
“Lieutenant O’Malley, ma’am.” The small smile she gave looked forced. “Do you have somewhere to go, ma’am?”
“Oh, sorry, yes. Yes, my parents live a few minutes from here.”
“Are they coming to get you?”
“No, I parked down the street when I saw the fire trucks and then walked here.
Thank you again, I guess I should leave.”
“Let me walk you to your car, ma’am.” It was out of my mouth before I could stop myself and the few coughs I heard alerted me that some of my crew stood behind me. I watched as her eyes moved to them, which had them each saying “ma’am”. Ms. Nixon nodded at them and looked back at me.
“That’s not necessary, I can walk to my car.”
“It’s not a problem. And it’s dark and no woman should be walking by themselves.”
“Are you insinuating that I can’t take care of myself, Lieutenant?” She pursed her lips and the action drew my attention. They were plump and looked soft. The type of lips made for kissing and when my thoughts went to what else they were good for, I placed my hand at her back and started to lead her down the sidewalk.
“We’ll be in the truck, LT,” Gait said and the others chuckled. As we kept on walking I lifted my free hand up and flipped them off over my shoulders, which only made their laughter louder.
“Well?” She looked up at me.
“Well, what?” I asked and looked down at her.
“Were you insinuating that I couldn’t take care of myself.” Her eyes were gray and it didn’t escape me they were the shade of gray that a smoldering fire puts into the air when it first begins.
“Can you?” I raised my brow and waited. She chuckled and shook her head.
“Well, I would like to think so. I’ve managed until today, I guess,” she said, then stopped by a Ford Echo and I waited while she got her keys out and unlocked the door. I opened it and waited for her to get in.
“Thanks,” she said and I nodded. Christ, I needed to get her gone and get my ass back to the station. I began to close the car door and stopped because I love to punish myself it would seem.
“What’s your first name, Ms. Nixon?”
“Ana.”
“Well, Ana Nixon, drive safe.” I closed the door and she looked out the window and smiled.
About Harley McRide
Harley grew up in Iowa, moving from place to place with her single mother until she was twelve. She now calls the Mountain West her home. The small town she resides in, with the population just over 10,000, makes it perfect for her and her husband to hit the open road when the mood arises.
Now that her kids are grown and in college, she and her husband have the time to enjoy the great outdoors, traveling, and riding to places they’ve never been.
Writing has been the last piece of her life to complete the circle. Harley enjoys bringing two of her passions together, writing and motorcycles, sharing with readers in the hope they will enjoy the stories as much as she enjoys writing them.
When her life feels as though it is becoming overwhelming, she can always count on her mother, Mama McRide, to bring it back to balance by keeping her on her toes and focusing on what is important – living life to its fullest.
About Carson Mackenzie
Carson lives in the South with her two sons, her four Great Danes, and the adopted shelter dog that keeps everyone in line. Books have always been a part of her life. Nothing is better to Carson than curling up and relaxing with a good story by losing herself in someone else’s world while leaving hers behind.
Writing stories and growing as an author with each book published, is a goal Carson wishes to reach. Her aspiration is to have a reader know when they see her name on a cover, they can trust in the fact there will be a good story as they flip the pages.
As a fairly new author, she hopes to bring you into her different worlds, giving you a chance to escape everyday responsibilities, if only for a few hours.
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