by Zoey Parker
He held me. “Shh, baby. It’s okay. He can’t get to you now. You know that, right? It’s over. It’s all done. You’re with me, you’re safe, and I’ve got you. No more worries, right, baby?”
God, I loved this man.
Another MC guy had brought along a couple pairs of sweats and stuff for me and Zoe—Pres/Clav’s daughter, I finally learned—to throw on.
She woke up soon after Pres’s arrival and was pretty groggy and freaked-out, but also really happy to see her dad again. She immediately burst into tears, but I was pretty sure they were of the relief variety.
It took like what seemed like forever after the cops and ambulances arrived before we were allowed to leave the scene and go home to Dom’s place. The paramedics treated Dom and Zoe first, then checked me out, too, before turning their attentions to the beaten men in custody.
The cops had wanted full statements from me and Zoe and Dom, which we did to the best of our abilities, but I was nearly passing out from exhaustion and nausea and what soon amounted to a migraine, so Dom promised we’d go into the station soon to give full reports, and he got me out of there as quick as he could.
Once they all heard about my three up-close-and-personal experiences with the Taser, everybody was more than willing to give me leave; apparently, those things are known for packing a serious long-term punch. So, that was excellent news. I had yet more awesomeness from fucking Fielding to look forward to.
But I knew I had Dom, and Dom had my back. I loved him so much, and I was feeling more lucky and grateful than precious and mean about the whole thing.
Everybody assured us that Fielding and Ronn were both going to be going away for a very, very long time, and that all of our actions were clearly in self-defense and called for (even though I knew that, strictly speaking, that wasn’t exactly the way it went down). I think the cops were so disgusted by my story and Zoe’s, that they were happy to turn blind eyes to the little damage we had done to the two porno degenerates and murderers.
Anyway, by the time we finally got back to Dom’s, I was beat. He was beat. We didn’t need any more words between us, anyway. He got us some water and gave me some headache and pain meds, took some himself; then we stripped out of our clothes and climbed into bed for skin-contact comfort, and we slept, wrapped up in each other’s arms.
The next morning I woke up groggy and stiff and hungry and thirsty and generally uncomfortable. But when I opened my eyes and saw Dom’s beautiful face smiling so sweetly and happily at me, none of the rest of it mattered. It all fell away, and I said the only thing that did matter.
“I love you, Dom. I’m way over my head in love with you.”
His smile expanded till it took up his whole face and lit his eyes like beautiful green stars. “Sienna, I love you, just as much and more, right back. And I am never letting you go.”
And morning breath or not, we kissed. And it was the sweetest kiss ever.
Epilogue
Dom
Our breaths meshed and our bodies began to heat up again. In short time, our mutual need for each other was ripping out of control, and we both had our hands and tongues and mouths and fingers and legs and arms and hips all over each other: gripping, pulling, pushing, rubbing, squeezing, molding, licking, sucking, biting, and thrusting. We were like animals, fierce creatures of need and want, until finally I rolled her onto her back, and she wrapped her arms and legs around me, and I nudged my cock to her soaking wet entrance.
“Sienna. Look at me.” Her face was dark and flushed with need and blood and desire; mine had to have been, too.
Our eyes held, and I ran my hands down her arms until I grasped her hands. I lifted them to the sides of our heads, resting her arms against the bed. Locking our fingers together on each side, I thrust myself smoothly inside her slowly, allowing her body once again to adjust to my unusual size. All I was aware of was joining with her, and her eyes, and her hands, and her sweet scent and mine combined, and I wanted more, and I breathed her in more, and I needed her more.
It had been weeks since the incident. Weeks without sex, without making love. There had been days when she wouldn’t let me touch her. I understood. She went through hell. She needed time. I gave her that; I let her call the shots. And tonight, when she finally came to me, softly, sweetly, and asked me to make love to her, I was ready, willing, and more than able.
So tonight was all about her, and all about us. We’d made it, and we would go the distance. Of that, I was damned sure. I would do anything for this woman.
She finally broke our gaze to look down; she was watching me enter her. My gaze followed hers, and it was so beautiful and sexy I got lost in looking. By feeling, I couldn’t tell where I ended and she began. We watched together as I came in and pulled out and came in, again and again. Our bodies matched rhythm. We crashed together, perfectly.
Eventually I let go of her hands to curl my arms under her shoulders, to keep her in place through my thrusts, protecting her head from the headboard. Our mouths met again, our tongues imitating the movements of my cock in her pussy.
I sensed when she began to go up in the sensations and lost awareness of our surroundings, and I reached down to thumb her most sensitive nub to help her get there. And she did; she flew up, and I lost her briefly in a gorgeous display. I grabbed hold of her hand again and bucked and bucked and cried out. I was gone, too.
Then I collapsed on top of her, and we laid there together, a disaster of limbs and sheets and sweat and hair and scent and heavy breath.
And slowly the air eased, and our awareness returned. And I kissed her neck and turned her into the little spoon to my big, and we slept.
# # #
Two years later…
“Dom, please! Make it stop! Go away! You asshole! What did you do to me?”
I chuckled. “Mouth, babe. You and that damned mouth. You’re doin’ great, Sienna.” I was behind her, propping her up, rubbing her lower back with both my hands, letting her tug and pull on whatever part of my head she had a current need to grasp: hair, ears, jaw. I took it. I could take it. She was going through something I could never even comprehend, so it was a fair trade, I figured.
“Aaargh!”
“Breathe, baby. Just breathe with me.”
The contraction eased up, and we breathed together in the short resting time. Her grip relaxed for the moment, and she almost started crying. “I hate being a bitch to you. I just can’t help it right now. This fucking hurts, Dom.”
“Baby, I love you. You are giving me the most precious gifts in the world today. Do what you need to do. I’m here, I got you, and I am never letting you go. So yell all you want, we got this. You and me, babe. Fuckin’ forever.”
“Aaargh!”
“Breathe.” And we breathed.
And that was when Manuel was born. Tania came just three minutes later. And they were everything.
I never had any idea how much my life would change when I first saw Sienna at that club from hell, but I would never change a moment of our story if it meant that it ended any way other than this.
Sienna and I had married a couple of months earlier, but we had planned it for a full year. That she had gotten pregnant was a surprise, but not an unwelcome one, and the timing of the wedding really had nothing to do with the babies.
Babies! Two! That had been a shock. But a perfect one. You could not have found a more joyful—okay, and a little freaked-out—man on the planet than me.
I had a woman whom I loved beyond my wildest dreams, and we were now the proud parents of the two most perfect babies.
Yeah, yeah, I knew that there would be tough times ahead. Life was no easy ride. I got it.
But man, I was blessed. Every day. With my woman, with my life. And I would never stop showing her my gratitude and love.
Even when she gave me lip.
THE END
[FREE BONUS BOOK #2] Stolen: Hell’s Overlords MC
By Zoey Parker
He's a ruthless bik
er with a kingdom to run. She's a talented thief with a nose for trouble.
Things are about to get messy.
Sasha
I knew going in that this would be dangerous. But what choice did I have?
None, that's how much. You don't say "No" to a man like Fang, the mob boss I work for. Not if you want to live to tell the tale.
So I swallowed my fear and I took the mission: stealing drugs from the Hell's Overlords MC.
The first time was smooth. In and out like a flash.
The second time was just as easy.
But the third time…that's when everything went wrong.
Now, I'm trapped in a basement, staring into the stormy eyes of a man who doesn't like being robbed.
Everything I feared is present in those eyes. There's anger, and strength, and brutality.
But there's something else, too.
Something I didn't expect, and it's scaring me more than anything else.
He's hungry.
Hungry for me.
HER BODY ISN'T THE ONLY THING I'M TAKING AS MY OWN.
Cole
The first time I lay eyes on her, it feels like I got struck by lightning.
You've probably heard that before, but trust me – this is different.
This isn't the "struck by lightning" you see in friendly little rom-coms with happy endings.
It doesn't come with warm fuzzies.
It's not cute.
No, the kind of lightning I'm talking about makes me want to do things, things that you might not always like.
It makes me want to bite her lip like a feral dog, to squeeze her hips in my hands and rid her of every scrap of clothing.
The lightning surging through my veins makes me harder than carved marble.
There's only one release: to own her, again and again, until the thirst is quenched.
I don't know how long that will take.
But I'm willing to find out.
Prologue
Sasha
At 3 a.m. the city streets were finally mostly quiet. I stood in the alleyway between the two supposedly vacant warehouse buildings underneath a light that hadn’t worked in decades. I listened to the sound of the occasional car or truck passing by. This was the lull between night and morning, when the people going home were settling in and the people going to work were just getting up.
This was also when the guard stepped away from the door to the room where the stash was kept. It was my chance to climb in through one of the broken windows of the old building and grab my prize. I proceeded carefully, without a sound. I was just another shadow in the darkness.
I was taking from the Hell’s Overlords MC, and I was shocked at the lack of security around their drugs. They kept separate stashes in several old buildings throughout the city, usually behind unlocked doors with one or two guards on duty at all times. The problem with live guards, though, was that they took piss breaks and naps. It wasn’t a problem for me, but I was pretty sure Cole Masterson, the president of the MC, wasn’t too thrilled about how much heroin I’d lifted over the last six months from his essentially unguarded stashes.
There wasn’t much light inside the building. Despite the stories that the Overlords had paid off law enforcement to turn the other cheek, they still maintained almost complete darkness and secrecy around their safe havens. That tactic, however, only drew more attention from those of us sharing the streets with them. I saw the interior clearly in the yellow-orange light spilling in from the streetlamps outside. I took a back stairwell to the third floor, where the drugs were held in a small room, probably once an office.
The heroin sat in densely packed bags taped closed on top of an old metal desk. My pulse quickened at this point in the job, when I was confronted with the stash and had to force myself to take much less than I could have carried. I could have stuffed several bags in my black cargo pants and backpack, but if that big of an amount were missing, it would have been readily noticeable. Instead, I only grabbed two bags, taking them in my gloved hands and stuffing them in my pack before anyone had a chance to notice I was even there. My take wouldn’t be missed until it was time to deliver. Only then would Cole realize he was short, usually leading to the guard taking the fall for the missing drugs.
I faded back into the night and made my way to Fang’s office.
“You asked me to bring it to you directly this time. Is everything okay?” I unzipped my bag and placed the two bags of white powder on the desk in front of him before sitting down.
“Everything’s fine,” he answered in his composed voice. He patted the bags and nodded to the larger gentleman standing by the door to his office.
His bodyguard walked over and picked the bags up off of the desk.
“Go ahead and deliver those,” Fang told him, waving him off with perfectly manicured fingers.
After the big guy left the room, Fang turned to face me in his desk chair. He leaned forward and rested his elbows on the desk. He laced his fingers together. I stared into his dark eyes. His black hair was slicked back. His tanned, chiseled face stared intently. His jaw muscles worked as he clenched his mouth shut. I looked at the black suit he wore over a deep red shirt with a black tie. A necklace hung from his neck with a long tooth, a fang, dangling from it.
“Sasha,” he said, and paused to look me over.
“Yes, sir?” I was used to his eyes taking in the sight of me. I wasn’t used to being called to deliver drugs directly to his office. In the five years I’d been working for him, he’d only asked me to deliver anything directly to him the first few times, to make sure I could handle the job ahead of me.
“You came straight here from the warehouse,” he said, sitting back in his chair. “Were you followed?”
“No. No one even saw me. You know that,” I told him.
“I guess I do. I just get paranoid sometimes. You are stealing from the most notorious MC in the city. I’d hate to think what they’d do if they caught you,” he explained.
“Well, they won’t catch me,” I argued defiantly.
“I know,” Fang admitted, taking a sharp breath between his teeth. “That’s why I’m giving you this next job.”
“But we’ve barely put a dent in the Overlords’ supply,” I argued. “What gives?” It wasn’t like Fang to pull me off a job before it was completed. Usually, anyone pulled from work for him wound up in a dumpster or in the river somewhere.
“What gives is we’re about to put a huge dent in their supply. I’ve got intel that they have a massive stash sitting in the basement underneath their HQ. Of course, this stash is heavily guarded, unlike what you’ve told me about the smaller stashes hidden throughout the city,” he explained.
“Wait, you expect me to break into the headquarters of the most notorious MC in the city and sneak down past their state-of-the-art security system to get to their basement and raid their supply? Then, I’m supposed to get out without getting caught, or worse?” I asked for clarification.
Fang nodded with a sly grin on his face.
“Are you crazy?”
“Maybe, but I’m also very confident in your abilities,” he told me.
“Another thing, why do they have all these stashes in satellite locations if they have their main stash at HQ? Why don’t they have it all at HQ?” Something didn’t sound right here.
“The story is they’ve started consolidating since the thefts. Apparently, you’re cutting into their profits and their business. They’ve got to pull it all in to make sure it’s safe,” he explained.
“I don’t know, Fang. It smells fishy to me. If they are moving their drugs into safer places, it seems to me that HQ would be the last place they’d want to put it. That would just lead rivals like us to their location. It would be suicide for everyone,” I argued.
“I mean, if you don’t think you can do it…” he said with a shrug.
“I didn’t say that.” I chuckled. He was just bluffing anyway. I knew he was as likely to hand that job
over to someone else as he knew I was to turn it down.
“I agree with you, though,” he said out of the blue. “It seems unlikely that Cole would actually pull his drugs in like that. I could see him shuffling things around into other safe havens, different locations, in an attempt to throw us off track. I don’t see him drawing attention to HQ like that.”
“Unless it’s a trap,” I suggested.
“Yeah, I guess, but the intel comes from reliable sources, which is why I’m inclined to trust it. First, I want you to get in there, find the heroin, and bring back a sample so that we can verify that it’s there before we send folks in. If he’s going to make a bold move like this, I want all of his drugs. Let’s go ahead and take him down instead of fucking with him the way we have been for the last few months.”