Hunter (The Devil's Dragons Motorcycle Club)

by Nikki Wild

  His voice changed, growing darker. “And then shit went wrong. We were out there in the dark going building to building when I was hit. My squad wasn’t going to leave their brother to die…”

  “They tried to save you?”

  “I’m too damn big to carry or drag, and we were being quickly surrounded. The whole place was just one big trap and every single one of us was going to die there. I told them to leave me. I’d cover their asses from a window so they could get the fuck out. It was suicide, but I was going to raise a little hell before I was done.”

  He paused for a moment.

  “What happened then?”

  Grizz shuddered. “A bomb happened. Whole damn building was rigged to blow. The whole place was a trap.”

  “Holy shit,” I gasped. “I’m so sorry. Please tell me that–”

  “I was the only survivor…”

  The silence fell hard.

  “I was pulled out of the rubble two days later. I was dehydrated and fucking delirious, but I was alive…”

  “Oh thank God.”

  “No, you can thank the Devil for that one,” He grimaced gravely.

  “Why?” She insisted.

  His eyes locked darkly with mine. “You want to know why I didn’t come back? You want to know why I don’t want to talk about it?”

  I was suddenly beginning to question it.

  “I didn’t come back, because the demons that dragged me out of my makeshift tomb weren’t Americans.”

  “Oh God…”

  “I spent three years locked in a cage. Three years of torture and desperation.”

  “No… you weren’t… They would have told me if you were captured…”

  “They couldn’t tell you a thing, because they didn’t know you existed,” Grizz said gravely, his eyes dark with the weight of war. “They wanted ghosts for these missions… They wanted men without old ladies and kids back home. We were expendable. I wasn’t even in fucking Afghanistan…”

  My heart stopped in my chest.

  “We knew the stakes. The whole squad did. We were raiding compounds in Pakistan and we knew exactly who we were looking for. The brass made it clear if we were captured or killed out there, they’d deny we ever fucking existed. I couldn’t tell them about you Kate…”

  No, I whispered inside.

  No, not my Grizz…

  “How did you escape?” I finally asked.

  “I didn’t… Eight people were locked up in that hellhole with me. One of them must have been important enough to justify a rescue mission, because all I remember is one of the walls caving in and all hell breaking loose. Few hours later I was strapped into a cargo plane and shipped home.”

  Laying in bed with me, the world-weary biker watched my reaction quietly.

  “Why didn’t you tell me?” I finally asked him. “Why didn’t you try to contact me?”

  “Because it was six fucking years I was gone, Kate,” he replied calmly, trying to hold back his anger. “Six long, painful years that felt like centuries… I wasn’t the same man who left. I couldn’t let you see me like that…”

  “You didn’t even try?” she asked.

  “You were gone. No address, no contact information… I thought you’d gone to New York like we’d talked about. Hell, I hoped you’d gone there… gone on to live your life without me dragging you down.”

  I was deathly quiet now. I could feel his heartbeat thumping away rapidly against my chest.

  “Did you?” He finally asked.

  “Did I what?”

  “New York.”

  “Oh.” I let the syllable hang in the air. “I tried… By the time I finally gave up waiting on you, the opportunity was gone… It was long gone.”

  I hesitated for a moment.

  “I tried to stay in New York. Worked odd jobs, waited tables. You know, whatever kept a roof over my head. But my credit cards were running on fumes. I had to ditch town.”

  “And you wound up in Louisiana?”

  “Eventually, yeah,” I conceded. “Wanted to try to make it to New Orleans. Heard there was some work out here, something that paid pretty well.”

  “I guess it didn’t work out?

  “You could say that. I wound up in Baton Rouge for a while. After a few setbacks, I couldn’t afford to stick it out.”

  Grizz nodded. “So, you settled for Lafayette instead.”

  “Yeah, took some advice from a few new friends. Followed the trail to Lafayette, but it didn’t pan out. So I’ve been kind of trapped there, ever since.”

  “There are worse places.”

  “Don’t get me wrong,” I quickly clarified. “I liked Lafayette. It’s okay for a college town. But being constantly broke wasn’t exactly doing me any favors.”

  “We both got handed a raw deal,” Grizz finally noted. “I never should have left you behind.”

  The atmosphere in the room thickened with the weight of something bigger than us. It felt like this small bedroom was the only place in the entire world, and that the outside simply didn’t exist.

  “I’m sorry that I was so hard on you,” I whispered tenderly as I curled up harder against him.

  He answered, “You didn’t know.”

  “I know that. I tried to have faith…”

  His finger lifted my chin, and he gazed down into my trembling gaze. Grizz’s thumb brushed near my eye, wiping a tear away.

  “Don’t cry,” he whispered.

  “I can’t help it.”

  I tried to turn my gaze away, but Grizz held it fast, commanding that I stand my ground with him.

  “All that matters is that I have you back,” he tried to comfort me. “I’ve walked this world a long goddamn time, and I’ve learned to know a miracle when I see one. You coming back into my life? That’s a miracle.”

  “Think so?” I sniffed.

  “Damn right.”

  I tried to summon my confidence.

  “Don’t ever leave me again,” I told him.

  A smile crossed his lips. “You have my word.”

  With our informal vows exchanged, he pulled me on top of his heavy chest. His body was warm against me, and his lips were so inviting.

  I needed him.

  And I knew that he needed me.

  It took no effort at all to lift my face forward, pulling myself further up my body. I clutched close to the man I had loved, and he lifted his face.

  Electricity surged between our lips as we kissed. It was a magnetic power beyond reason, something stronger than either of us.

  It was a kiss born out of miracles.

  We would have never crossed paths again, and I would have never known the truth. Grizz would have never found me again, if not for a chance meeting in a Louisiana college town in the dead of night…

  Within a second’s passing, we were locked together by lips and embrace, and over a decade of crushing sexual tension finally melted away, like hot wax off of bare skin…

  Sixteen

  Kate

  As Grizz’s tender lips crashed against mine, I remembered every last, aching night that I’d moaned his name.

  “You taste so good,” he murmured.

  “So do you.”

  Grizz rolled me onto my back, letting the natural weight of his hard, rugged frame pin me down. I surrendered myself to his undying authority.

  I had no choice but to submit.

  Of course, I could say no at any moment, no matter what I’d said before. But even if I’d wanted to, there wasn’t an ounce of willpower left inside me to do it.

  Honestly, I could only give myself completely to him – handing the rough, hardy man I’d once called my lover the reins to my very soul.

  And I trusted him.

  Oh God, did I trust him.

  Grizz’s kisses were faster now, driven by an intense passion that commanded attention and respect. I met his lips with my own in a fury, our faces melding together with burning need.

  His lips left mine, crashing now against my
exposed throat. Involuntarily, I gasped with desire.

  “Heh,” he chuckled into another kiss.

  “Oh, shut up,” I tried to tease, only to relinquish control even more when his large, rough hand graced my breast.

  “You don’t know how much I’ve missed these breasts.”

  “They’re yours,” I moaned as he pinched the perky nipple, twisting lightly between his worn fingers.

  “Probably look better on you,” he remarked, lowering his mouth down to suckle the pointed teat.

  “Yeah, guess so,” I cooed as his hot breath bathed my breast, his lips sucking the nipple between his teeth. “But I gotta say, I’d pay damn good money to see you in a pair of decent tits.”

  Grizz laughed, and I felt the thunderous boom down his torso as he lay against my mostly naked body.

  Almost startled, I sadly realized that I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen this man laugh, even when we were younger. He’d always been so serious…

  “Can’t get that mental picture out of my head,” he chuckled, lifting his face to mine and planting a sweet kiss on my lips.

  “Killing the mood a little?” I pouted.

  “Nothing could kill this mood.”

  To prove the point, Grizz drifted down my body, his fingernails digging along my skin. I coiled and twisted under the touch, and he dug in harder, while tugging at my panties with his teeth.

  “Mmmf… that feels good…”

  “Then this’ll feel better.”

  My clit now exposed, his tongue brushed lovingly against the warm bead. I quivered with pleasure as he started to stroke it with the tip of his tongue, diving further down to tease my wet lips.

  “Mmm,” I moaned for him, my breasts heaving with satisfaction. “You weren’t kidding about that…”

  He whisked my panties down my thighs and off my ankles, tossing them aside. Now that I was completely naked and at his mercy, he pushed my knees aside and dove his face down between my warm thighs…

  “Fuck!” I groaned, clenching my winding fingers down into his hair, grabbing large tufts and riding his rugged face.

  My hips bucked against his lips, feeling how he carefully separated my folds with his mouth and burrowed his tongue inside.

  Warmth consumed me.

  It was hard to think about anything else as he expertly controlled my body, steering me straight towards intense pleasure with every few laps of his wet tongue.

  It’s been far too long since I’ve had a lover that could handle me like this, I realized. He always knew how to work me into a frenzy…

  “You feel so good,” I moaned, lifting a hand free to cover my gasping face as I blushed harder. “You could always work my body like a fiddle…”

  “Fiddles sing,” Grizz murmured, lifting his face from my slick pussy for a moment. A devious smile crossed his face. “I wonder, then, if I can make you sing.”

  Before I could understand what he meant, he hiked my thighs over his shoulders, clenching his fingers into the soft, flesh sides, and burrowed his face down into my wet folds.

  “Oh Jesus,” I gasped, trailing off into a string of hard moans as my head sank back into the pillow.

  “That’s right, baby,” he groaned from between my thighs. “Do it just like that. Sing for me.”

  Releasing my other hand from his hair as his tongue planted itself against my clit, I moaned again, harder this time.

  His fingertips dug deeper into my thighs, and my lips quivered with moan after moan, my hands clenching into the bedding on either side.

  Just in time, I realized what was next.

  My hips began to shake against his face, my body trembling at his masterful touch, as the building pressure finally pushed me over the edge.

  Letting loose a chorus of moans, I grabbed his tufts of hair again and rode his face through the best, mind-numbing, spine-tingling fucking orgasms I’d had in almost a goddamn decade.

  After at least a good three or four, I finally dropped down to the bed again, letting loose my grip on him and panting with release.

  “You enjoyed that,” he murmured.

  “I don’t remember you being smug,” I gasped between breaths.

  “Always room for a little arrogance.”

  I exhaled deeply, releasing tension out of my chest as he rose from between my thighs. Grizz kicked off his jeans and ripped his shirt free, tossing the rest of his clothes into a forgotten heap on the floor.

  His cock was as huge as ever, springing free from its prison with a bounce. It was hard to imagine that thing fitting inside me, although I’d fucked him more than a few times in days long gone.

  “I swear you’re bigger.”

  “Maybe I am.”

  Grizz brushed my knees apart with his hands, shuffling forward to kneel between them – his hard body towering above me.

  “It’s been a long time since we’ve done this,” I said nervously.

  “It has. Want to back down?”

  “From a challenge? With you?” I shakily answered. “Never.”

  “Not a convincing answer.” His hand brushed against a knee, fingertips trailing up the shin. His large palm rested on my kneecap, fingers draped down the leg.

  “Do it,” I spurred him on.

  “Do what?”

  I leaned forward. “Fuck me.”

  “Still not convincing.” Although his face was stoic in the semi-darkness, his tone left the obvious challenge in the air.

  I wrapped one hand around his thick, throbbing cock. Grizz instantly stiffened his body, and I gave it a few good strokes before I reached down to caress his heavy balls.

  “Grizz… I want you to shut the hell up, take control, and fuck me like the dirty little girl you know I am.”

  He immediately responded.

  My lover was over me in an instant, his hard body pressed against mine as he stroked his massive cock against the wet lips of my impatient chasm.

  My core was on fire.

  I needed him.

  More than that… I needed him inside.

  Without a word, Grizz followed my wishes. But he did it slowly, politely, brushing the thick helmet against my folds and taking his sweet time with it.

  As much as I wanted him to stretch my inner walls with that glorious cock, I knew that being soaked to the bone wasn’t enough.

  He could have rammed that beast inside me and probably made it over halfway before my body fought it. But he didn’t. Grizz patiently teased me, opening me up more, until…

  FUCK!

  He was a few inches inside, his erection hard as goddamn diamond. My mouth split open in a wide gasp as I clutched to his body, fingernails digging into his shoulders and feet lifting around his hips.

  “Oh goddamn, baby,” he groaned. “I forgot how fucking tight you were…”

  “No you didn’t,” I gasped as he pushed another inch deeper. “You’ve been fantasizing about fucking this tight pussy for years and years…

  He groaned his response.

  “Don’t try and fool me, Grizz… You’ve been missing how this feels…”

  “You’ve got me dead to rights,” he answered with a deep, satisfied groan as he kissed my throat, taking another inch inside.

  “All those days that I thought I’d never see you again, hundreds and hundreds of nights, dreaming about this…”

  “That’s fucking hot,” I replied, before losing myself to a fresh moan as I felt him push further inside.

  “Goddamn, Kate,” he uttered as he pulled his thick cock back a few inches, only to push further inside. “This feels unreal…” I finally felt him hilt himself entirely in my sopping wet chasm.

  “God yes…” I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck, sliding my ankles around his hips.

  It felt so right to have him inside again.

  How I held off this long, I have no idea…

  Grizz began to thrust into me, slowly at first. I felt his hardened body seizing against mine as he slowly lost himself to hedonis
tic pleasure.

  I wasn’t far behind him.

  With my ankles hooking together into the small of his back, I fucked Grizz back as much as he fucked me. Our hips passionately rocked together, faster and faster…

  Grizz planted his lips against mine, the low simmer of a growl in his chest. I smiled warmly into the kiss, remembering how primal he always was.

  How to get that back out of him…?

  “Fuck me, Grizz,” I murmured into his ear. “Fuck me like you used to… fuck me like the wild animal you are.”

  Grizz growled again, deeper now. The sound drew out of him slowly, methodically…

  “Let it all go and fuck me hard…”

  I felt his mental restraints coming undone as he lifted his face from my throat, supporting himself with his palms down on either side of me. In the semi-darkness, I could still see something stirring in his eyes, something he kept so hidden from everyone else…

  A single, powerful thrust shoved into me, and I gasped in surprise and satisfaction. It had brushed my inner bundle of nerves just perfectly.

  “Do that again,” I pleaded.

  Grizz complied, striking the spot again.

  He began to wildly rock his hips into mine, each powerful thrust shattering my thoughts. All I could do was clench my fingernails into his stone-hard arms, holding on for dear life as he pummeled me into complete submission.

  His cock would almost completely leave me, holding out one or two inches before jackhammering back into my wet pussy…

  It wasn’t long until I felt the building pressure inside escalate, and I was moaning out a string of expletives and pleas…

  Somehow, he found the strength to fuck me even harder and faster. With my ankles still hooked together in the small of his back, I had one hand biting into his arm while my other palm was pressed firmly against the wall above my head. The bed was slamming against the surface so hard I was sure it was keeping up our neighbors across the street…

  “I’m gonna come,” I warned him in moaning, stilted words. “Jesus fucking Christ, I’m gonna come…”

  His response was a deep, groaning growl, and the sound pushed me ever closer to the edge. I could feel the mounting buildup uncurling inside my core.

  And then it finally happened.