by Sam Crescent
The sound of the wind whistling through the trees had a hypnotic quality to it, but it was the sound of Vengeance’s heart beating beneath her ear that lulled her to calmness. They sat side by side, neither saying anything and both focusing on the water.
He turned and faced her after a few moments, and just stared at her. Then he lifted his other hand and cupped her cheek. “Before you I didn’t know what living was really like. I didn’t care what it was like.”
She smiled, feeling the same way.
“I don’t think you realize how much I care about you.” He took her hand and placed it right over his heart. “You feel how hard my heat is beating? It’s all because of you.”
This biker was big, muscular, and brought fear in other men with just a look. But here he was, holding her hand over his heart, and looking at her with this vulnerable, open expression.
It was strange to be able to feel someone’s emotions as strongly as if they were her own.
He let go of her and faced the lake once more. It seemed like ages that they sat there in silence, but it was comfortable, easy. When he faced her again there was this peace in his expression.
She smiled and glanced down at his lips, her body warming, her need rising. Constance finally lifted her gaze to his eyes.
“I really do love you.” He smiled softly. Vengeance then leaned in and pressed his forehead to hers. “I want you to know that I’ll always be here for you. Always.” He pulled her onto his lap, and with her legs on either side of him and her body pressed to his, she let the feeling of belonging wash through her.
Constance pressed her lips to his and closed her eyes.
“Take your clothes off for me, baby.” He grinned at her.
She knew she looked surprised, but heat still moved through her body. “Someone might see.”
“We’re isolated out here, but even if someone came by I don’t care. I want them to know you’re mine.”
As the heat continued to course through her, she moved off of him and started removing her clothes. Once she was naked it didn’t take long for him to grab her again. He removed his clothing too. She thought—anticipated—they’d be intimate, but when he grabbed her hand and led her to the water, she realized he had other plans.
“It’ll be too cold, Vengeance,” she said, eyeing the water.
“I can warm you up,” he said right beside her ear. In the next instant he had his arms wrapped around her waist. She didn’t know what he was doing, not until he was taking them closer to the water and finally crashing into the cold depths.
They broke through the top, and she gasped out, laughing at the same time.
“I’ll always protect you,” he said right beside her ear. He wrapped his arms tighter around her.
Constance knew he would never let her go.
Renee listened to her brother Vengeance’s message over and over again. She knew that what they’d gone through, that they were the only people they truly had in each other’s lives, should mean more than the fight they’d gotten into.
They were family, but he’d hurt her, his words like a knife in her gut.
And the things I said had to have hurt him, too.
Life was so short, so precious. She stared at the man, her boyfriend, who had started this fight, although inadvertently. He didn’t know that Vengeance didn’t want her with him, and because of that she’d kept her mouth shut, never telling her boyfriend any of it.
And here they were, about to travel to Europe, enjoy their life.
But what kind of life was it without family?
29
Two months later
Vengeance slapped his hands on the bar and ordered another couple of beers. It was party time, and like it always promised, The Soldiers of Wrath clubhouse was humming with activity. They had just gotten back from a run, and all he wanted to do was be balls deep in his woman. But Constance had insisted that they stay and linger for the party.
He didn’t mind. She had spent a long time preparing for it, and he knew it meant a lot to her to be part of the club. With two beers in hand, he made his way outside and found Constance talking with Weasel and Joker. Amy was there, smiling and being her usual charming self.
There were times that Vengeance looked at the women who were now part of the club and was amazed at how different they all were. Amy, for instance, had been on the verge of a breakdown, a vulnerable young woman who couldn’t even form sentences to most of the guys. The only person she had been able to talk to was Joker. Now, after a couple of years of being with Joker and the club, she was enjoying the party like it was any other day. He would give his life for each of the women of the Soldiers, just like he would for all of his brothers.
Wrapping his arm around Constance’s shoulders, he kissed her neck. She released a giggle and patted his arm. “Hey, hey, we were talking here,” she said, and then held onto his arm as tightly as she could.
“I’ve not seen you in what feels like days, even weeks, and you want to talk to my brothers,” he said, nibbling her ear.
“She’s probably tired of your moaning ass,” Weasel said. “We all know you’re a woman on the inside.”
“I think he’s just said that all women moan,” Amy said.
“You’re right. We women need to band together. I’m so not making his favorite chocolate pie now. He can totally get one from the bakery—who will probably spit in it,” Constance said.
From the crestfallen look on Weasel’s face, he wasn’t happy with it at all.
“We couldn’t be that cruel,” Amy said.
“We could, but I think we could be easily swayed.”
Vengeance watched as Constance winked at Amy, and then Weasel was on his knees, hands together, begging.
Only when they caved did Weasel get up. Constance sipped at her beer, and all he wanted to do was pick her up and carry her off to bed. Instead, they mingled, and she made him be all civilized, which is what he totally did now. After an hour, she took his hand and led him back up to his room. Even though they had their own place, his room was still available for whenever he needed it at the clubhouse. No one came in here.
Constance closed the door, and he was on her. Holding her face, he slammed his lips against hers and pressed her against the door.
“You made me wait too fucking long to be with you,” he said.
“I won three hundred dollars, I will have you know, which I will split with you.” She shoved his jacket off his body, and his curiosity just got the better of him. Holding his hands up, he stopped her from tearing his clothes off. Again, he was stopping her from getting naked.
“How did you win three hundred dollars?” he asked.
“Deanna and the girls were talking about how the men would react when they came home. She said that you’d put me over your shoulder within the first ten minutes. I said nope, you’d get us a beer and hang around for an hour.” She smiled at him. “I told you I was right.”
“You actually bet on whether or not I could keep my dick in my pants?”
“Yep, and now I’m three hundred dollars up, which means I can totally get that mixer I wanted, and you can get yourself something as well.”
He shook his head and then laughed. “There are times that you really do amaze me,” he said. “I can give you money any time you want.”
“I know that, but come on, this is kind of cool. It makes me wonder how much I can earn just by you being away.” She pushed him back toward the bed. “They didn’t think you’d last all that long, and not only am I now about to suck your dick, you’re three hundred dollars up. See the positive, baby.”
He rolled his eyes, but he didn’t care. She had his pants open, and his dick out in no time at all. The moment her lips were around his length, he shoved his fingers into her hair and held her in place, slowly pumping into her mouth.
Vengeance knew a life with Constance was never going to be dull or boring. She was always teasing him, or finding ways to make him laugh. She was his other h
alf, and he loved her more than anything.
When he no longer wanted his dick in her mouth, he pulled out of her and tugged her to the bed. Within seconds he had her naked and was balls deep inside her, feeling her tight cunt wrapped around his dick.
“I want to put my baby inside you,” he said. While he’d been on the road, he had been thinking about this more and more. He wanted her pregnant, swollen with his kid.
“You want to have a baby?” she asked.
“Yes. I want you and I to have a kid, to have loads of them. Would you like that? Would you like to have my baby?”
She nodded, and his cock swelled even more at the thought.
“I’m not on any birth control,” she said.
“Then I’m going to be coming in you a lot. I want my kid inside you, baby.”
“Forever.”
He slammed his lips down on hers, and she melted for him.
Epilogue
Two weeks later
Constance closed her eyes, loving the wind that rushed through her hair, that the man she loved was right in front of her, and cherishing the sense of being free that washed through her. She felt a smile creep along her lips.
She was on the back of Vengeance’s bike, probably going far faster than they legally should, but she didn’t care. Constance loved this, loved that she felt alive, that she felt like she could be who she was always supposed to be with Vengeance.
She really loved the fact that Vengeance was the one that she had her arms wrapped around, that his hard body kept her stabilized.
But what she loved the most was that Vengeance gave her that nudge to find herself and be strong.
He revved the engine and took the corners tightly, having her heart jump in her throat for a second before calming. She smiled wider.
They’d finally found a place of their own, and weren’t living at the club anymore. Although she loved the MC, and the people that were there, she liked having her own space with the man she loved. And that’s where they were heading now.
Home.
The feeling of this powerful, massive bike beneath her, rumbling, vibrating the sensitive area between her thighs, had her turned on. But then again, when she was with Vengeance, it didn’t take much to get her aroused.
The combination of the vibrations from the motorcycle, the feeling of Vengeance, and the fact she knew he wouldn’t deny her, made her so anxious to get home.
“Hurry home,” she whispered, knowing he’d understand what she meant.
He made a deep noise, and then he was taking the next turn sharply and heading to their place.
Her blood rushed through her veins, her hair whipped around her face from under the helmet, and loving that she was about to feel even freer, she just went with it. Every time they were on his bike she did this, because the fact she could be herself, nothing holding her back, nothing holding her down, made her feel … invincible.
He turned and looked at her over his shoulder for a second, seeing her now standing, probably pissed she was being reckless, but he didn’t stop. He slowed, let her experience this, let her be herself.
She stayed like that for long minutes, and only when she saw their house in the distance did she sit back down, laughing with exhilaration. Constance wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her cheek on his back.
Once they were home and dismounted, they headed inside. She closed the door and was getting her jacket off when she felt the heat from his stare drilling into the back of her body. She turned around.
He grinned, but it wasn’t filled with amusement. It was filled with arousal. She clenched her thighs together, her need rising. He lifted a brow.
“Come here, baby.”
She was in front of him only seconds later.
This was what she wanted … needed.
A groan left him right before he slammed his hands on the door beside her head and claimed her mouth with his. He took one of his hands and cupped her waist, curling his fingers into her flesh and pulling her forward so she could feel exactly how hard his dick was.
And God, was he hard. It was all for her.
He brushed the pad of his thumb right beside her mouth. She leaned forward even more, trying to get as close to him as she could. She’d crawl in his body if possible, trying to be one with him.
“So good, baby,” he murmured.
The feeling of his mouth on hers had wetness spilling from her pussy and soaking her panties. Yeah, she needed him desperately.
He tunneled his fingers into her hair, tightened his hold on the strands until the pain mixed with her already climbing pleasure. And then Vengeance tilted his head to the side and devoured her even more.
She moaned.
He groaned.
He backed off just an inch, but his mouth was still so close to her. “Tell me what you want.”
She looked into his eyes. “You.”
He shook his head. “Be more specific.”
She inhaled deeply. “Fuck me. Now.” She closed her eyes and breathed out, her heart thundering in her ears.
“You feel how hard I am for you?” he said against her mouth.
She nodded, her throat tight.
“God, baby. I want to fuck you now.” His voice was so harsh with his need for her. And then he had his mouth on hers again and his tongue speared between her lips.
The deep rumbles that left him had her pussy clenching painfully. Vengeance moved his hands to the edge of her shirt and started to slowly lift it up. “That’s it, baby.” He sounded frantic with his need. That’s how she felt, too.
Then her shirt was off.
He was grinding his erection into her, pressing his hips forward and then back, over and over again. He was so big, so thick and long.
When he took a step back, all she could do was brace her hands behind her and breathe in and out. Her nipples her hard, aching even.
“Finish getting undressed, baby.”
She took off her bra, tossed it aside, and went to work on her pants and panties. His gaze went up and down her body, consuming her, making her feel drunk from it all.
“Fuck.” He ran a hand over his mouth and stared at her breasts. “I want to fucking devour you.”
Good, because that’s exactly what she wanted him to do to her.
And once she was in his arms, and they headed to her room, she knew that where she was in life was exactly were she was meant to be.
Perfection for her meant a big burly biker wearing leather and devouring her.
Vengeance left his woman sleeping in their bed and headed to the club. The past few months had been a dream for him, and for her. The Soldiers of Wrath had accepted her, and he loved her more than anything. He had told Demon that he didn’t give a fuck what he had to do, he would do whatever was necessary to keep her.
He headed outside to have a quick smoke, and to just bask in the happiness he’d been granted. All of his life he’d partied, rode with the club, and fucked his way through countless women, never believing in settling down. Constance was it for him. Those few hours when Craig had her, he’d never been so scared in his life. He loved her more than anything else in the world.
“I thought you’d be with your woman,” Weasel said.
“I’m going back there after I get some shit done here. You sound jealous.” Vengeance smirked.
“Nah, it’s good to see you happy, Vengeance. You really do love her, don’t you?”
“I would die for that woman, and I never thought I would say that. One day, I even want us to have a kid, a couple of them, you know.” Vengeance had plans for a family, his own little happily ever after. “You’ll find your woman soon.”
“Nah, no woman is worth settling down.”
Vengeance was no fool. Weasel would fall, and soon. “I called Renee. I didn’t speak to her, but I let her know I wanted to see her.” He slapped his club brother on the back. “I’m going back home to the woman I love.”
Once he left the club and was at home, he
climbed back into bed. Constance woke up with a moan. “Where have you been?” she asked.
“Getting some work done at the club.” Vengeance pulled Constance into his arms and smiled. “And trying to convince Weasel there was a woman out there for him.”
She chuckled.
Renee would come, and when she did, Weasel would fall.
Just like Vengeance had done.
The End
Coming Next
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