I felt my entire body shivering with anticipation as I reached back for his arm. I latched my hand around it and bared down with my fingernails, trying to gain the upper hand again. But Jace’s cock pressed against my ass and I whimpered at the feeling of him.
“I never could resist you, Laiken,” he said as his lips kissed my ear. “But you forget something.”
I turned my head off to the side just as his lips captured mine.
“You forget that you couldn’t resist me.”
His cock slid into me, and I moaned out into the night. I shivered at our connection, feeling his cock split my walls. He stretched me like it was my first time and it left me gasping for breath. His hand pressed farther into my back as his dick slicked itself in my juices. I could hear Jace grunting, those wonderful sounds pouring over my body. Holy fuck, how I’d missed this. How I missed him filling me in every way imaginable. His cock throbbed against my walls as he sank down to the hilt, and the moment his hips pressed against my ass another tear rolled down my cheek.
“I hated you,” I said breathlessly.
“I know,” he said as he kissed my tear away.
Reaching behind me, I fisted his hair. I brought his face into the crook of my neck as he drew his cock from between my legs. He slammed into me as I whimpered into the wall, biting my tongue from uttering his name.
“Say it,” he said.
“Over my dead fucking body,” I said.
He thrust into me again as I clung to him. His arm wrapped around my body, grabbing at the excess around my stomach. He growled into my neck, his lips sucking and nibbling as I pushed back into him. His cock rubbed against the back of my clit, shivering my spine as I gasped for air.
“Say my name,” Jace said.
“Never.”
He picked up his pace as his hand traveled downward. I could feel his fingers breaching my pussy as I tried to back away. He knew too much. He was privy to so much knowledge of me. I felt his lips smirk into my skin as I backed into him, trying to cease his movements as his teeth latched onto my skin.
Just as his fingertips found my clit, his free hand cracked against my ass. I bit back a yelp as I screwed my eyes shut. He drew back and smacked it again, chuckling as my ass jiggled for his pleasure.
My skin was burning underneath his touch as he fucked me into oblivion.
“You left me,” he said as he delivered another slap. “You left me, and you never came back.”
“You threw me out, you piece of shit,” I said as I tugged on his hair. “You didn’t deserve me.”
“You weren’t willing to compromise,” he said as he pounded my pussy.
“You weren’t willing to let me in,” I said as my nails raked down his neck.
“You didn’t deserve to be let in,” he said as he smacked my ass again.
“You didn’t deserve me, asshole.”
I thrust my hips back into him, causing him to stumble away from my body. He knocked up against his bike as I turned around, then I leaped at him as he straightened up. I crashed my lips into his as I dragged my nails down his shirt, moving with him as he pulled us up onto his bike. My body still fit perfectly into his as I straddled his lap, his bike holding us up as my juices began to drip onto it.
He wasn’t going to have the upper hand in this. Not if I had anything to do with it.
He rolled his hips forward and slid his cock into my pussy. I pushed him back, and he braced himself against his bike, his entire body open for my taking. I curled my fingernails into his chest as he bit down on his bottom lip, then I rode him off into the sunset. I slammed down on his cock as my feet planted on the edges of his bike. It rocked underneath our movements as my hair fell on my face. Sweat was dripping down my brow as Jace’s eyes locked onto mine.
It ignited a fire in my gut that I had no choice but to chance.
“That’s it,” he said. “Ride that cock, Laiken. Take what you’ve missed all these years.”
I clamped my hand down over his mouth as my clit brushed against his body. He murmured into my hand, incoherent words I wouldn’t allow to hit my ears. My legs were jumping, and my body was flushed with want. I was so close to my climax I could taste it. Jace’s cock pulsed inside of me, threatening to spill forth his contents and mark me in the only way I knew he truly wanted to.
His eyes grew wide as my lips parted in pleasure, but I didn’t give him the satisfaction. My orgasm barreled over my body while my pussy massaged his cock, milking him for all he was worth as his body released.
But I hopped off his lap just before he could unload into me, his hot come spilling onto the leather of his bike as I stumbled back to the building.
I was shaking. Breathless. My pussy was still throbbing, and stars were still bursting in my vision. I pushed my hand between my folds and circled my clit, drawing out my orgasm as my forehead pressed into the grimy wall of the building.
And as I rode out my own orgasm by myself, the only thing I wanted to do was moan Jace’s name.
I sank to my knees, my body quivering as Jace continued to pant. It took me a moment to gather myself, but when I did, I stood and pulled my pants back up my body. The moonlight was flooding the neighborhood in a pale glow, but the only thing I could concentrate on was the familiar swell wafting around my head.
It was the smell of Jace, and I combined. A smell that I had carried under my nose all this time, but could never get rid of.
“Here.”
I looked up from my pants and saw a helmet in my vision. It was attached to an arm that was bulging with veins, and I felt my pelvis heat all over again. I zipped up my jeans and smoothed out my shirt, then took the helmet from Jace before I slid it over my head.
“We’re going back to my place,” he said.
“What?” I asked.
“It’s either that or back to the bar. I assume you don’t want me knowing where you live,” he said.
He was wrong. I wouldn’t have cared if he knew where I lived. But with the anger we just poured onto each other’s bodies, I could see how he could draw that conclusion.
“Okay,” I said as I slipped the helmet on my head. “Your place it is.”
Chapter 15
Snake
I knew I needed to go back to the lodge tonight, but I wasn’t ready to admit everything to Laiken. Taking her back to the lodge meant explaining to her about my ties to The Road Rebels. And that shit wasn’t happening tonight. Ever since both of my parents kicked the fucking can, I’d been taking care of their house. I battled with their estate for months, and once I got everything settled I took over their house. I drained their bank accounts to pay off their exorbitant amount of debt, including my father’s medical debt.
Then, I let it ride.
Laiken was clinging to me, like she used to back in the old days. Her lips were dangerously close to my back as her cheek pressed into me, and I could feel my cock already twitching with need. We rode through the streets of our hometown, passing places we used to frequent and lights we used to run at three in the morning. Her body was still shaking. Whether it was from shock or pleasure, I wasn’t sure.
What I did know was that I wanted her.
I needed her in my arms tonight.
I wanted to take my time with her. The hate fuck was nice, but now I wanted to cherish her. To lick every crevice of her body and listen to her beg for me. I was going to make her say my name. By the time I was done with her, I would be reminded of what her voice sounded like crying out my name. Choking on its syllable and chanting it like a tribal hymn.
We rode up to my house and straight into the garage. I hopped off the bike before I held out my hand, offering her help off the bike. I saw Laiken’s eyes dart to my palm as she curiously stared at my hand. It was an invitation. A polite ask as to whether or not she wanted to come inside.
I could see her debating it before she slid her hand within mine.
In seconds, the garage door was closed and her lips were on mine. We stumbled in
to the house, ripping off each other’s clothes. Her hands were everywhere on me. Sliding down my chest, fingering my abs. Reaching for my cock that stood strained against my jeans. Her skin was warm against mine as I freed her tits, stumbling our bodies to the stairs as her hands tried to free my dick.
Then, she planted her palms into my chest and shoved me down onto the stairs.
The carpet came into contact with my skin as she wiggled me out of my pants. My cock was angry… dripping with need as she perched between my legs. Her beautiful hazel eyes fluttered up to me as a grin crossed her cheeks. I knew what was coming, and my cock jumped with delight.
She parted those pillow-soft lips of hers and wrapped them around the tip. My back sank to the stairs as my hands made their way to her hair. I fisted her luscious blonde locks, committing their softness to memory as her tongue swirled around my head. A drop of precome rose to the surface, seeking its death upon her tongue as she lapped at it slowly. My ass was tight and my legs were taut. My chest was panting for air as she slowly took me as far as she could. Her soft, luxurious hand wrapped around the base of my cock, pumping me slowly as her tongue traced the protruding vein on the side of my dick.
I could feel my head swirling as she hollowed out her cheeks.
I bit down on my lower lip as my heels dug into the staircase. She felt better than I remembered. Time had dimmed my memory of her, but she was quickly replacing the fabricated memories of her warmth. I could feel her spit dripping down to my balls, leaving trails of glistening juice behind as precome dripped from my cock. She moaned around my girth, causing me to grow against her teeth as she choked on me.
“Suck that dick. Fuck, Laiken. Holy hell.”
I plucked her from my cock before I exploded down her throat. I brought her lips up to mine, tasting myself on her tongue. Fuck, the things this woman did to me. Her curves were pressed against me, her tits raking across my chest. I felt her hands traveling up my sides as she devoured me, kissing down my neck and nipping at my shoulder.
Then, I felt her stop, her eyes gazing down at my chest.
“What?” I asked.
She was fingering my tattoos, taking them in as they sprawled across my torso. Laiken had always been fascinated by them, though the stories horrified her. I had the Roman Numeral ‘26’ tattooed right over my heart. It was the number of stitches I had to get the first time my father hit me when he was drunk and high on his painkillers. I told Laiken that I wanted it over my heart so I would never forget. I would never forget the pain of realizing my own father could hit his own son. It was that pain that kept my anger in check. When I felt it surging out of control and when I felt myself slipping towards the same anger that swept my father under.
It was a promise to myself. A promise that I would be better than he ever was.
She leaned down and pressed her lips to the tattoo. Her eyes closed as her arms threaded around me, and in that moment she was holding me. I wasn’t cradling her or fucking her or pinning her to any surface. It was Laiken who was holding my body against hers. It was Laiken who was cradling me.
It never ceased to amaze me how safe I could feel in the arms of this fucking woman.
I sat up on the staircase and helped her to her feet. I took her hand and led her behind me as we made our way up the stairs. I led us into my bedroom as I turned the light on, surveying the disaster area I’d just brought her into.
Fuck. Why the hell hadn’t I cleaned up this place yet?
Oh yeah. Because we were fucking embroiled in a fight that had us holed up in some-
“Looks like some things don’t change.”
Laiken’s voice ripped me from my thoughts as I turned around to look at her. Her luscious body came into view, and I felt my cock jump at her sight. Her voluptuous tits poured into a tight waist before branching out into a stomach I loved to grip. Her hips and her thighs jiggled slightly with every move she made, and I watched as she stalked over to the bed. She climbed onto it on her hands and knees and raised her ass to me, wiggling it around as if to taunt me over to the bed.
Oh, this woman was going to get it tonight.
I strode for the bed and slid right between her legs. I grabbed my cock and lined myself up with her, feeling her juices already dripping onto my skin. I slid into her with a groan, her head dropping to the bed as I sank to my hips.
Her ass pressed against me felt like home, and I wasn’t sure if I was ready to end this yet.
I fucked her relentlessly, watching every part of her body jiggle for my pleasure. Her ass bounced and her thighs roared. Her tits raked along the bed and her hair fluttered around her head. She moaned and whimpered, her pussy sucking me down as I slammed into her. I could feel her arousal slicking up my cock as the sloshing sounds of our bodies filled my bedroom.
I felt my balls hanging low with want. Her body was shaking and her legs were giving out. I reached down to grab her hips, hoisting her to me as she began to chant for more. Her desperate pleas flooded my mind and swirled around in my head, making me dizzy as I pounded my hips into her.
But I wanted to see her when she came. I wanted to swallow my name when it poured from her lips.
Ripping myself away from her, I pulled her from the bed. She was sweating, glistening with the dim bedroom light in my room as I shoved her against the wall. I grabbed her thighs and hoisted her up, watching as her eyes widened in shock.
No matter how many times I fucked her just like this, I always relished the surprised look on her face.
Her legs locked around my waist as my lips crashed into hers. Her hands flew to my hair, gripping onto anything she could as I slid my cock back into her body. The way her pussy felt left me speechless. Heaving for air as I pinned her to the wall. I kissed down her neck before I pulled her nipple between my lips, sucking it to its most painful peak.
And then? It happened.
I finally heard what I’d been dreaming about for years.
“Oh, Jace. Holy fuck, yes.”
My body shivered with delight as I pounded into her. She jolted against me, her curves blanketing me as I held on tightly. Our chests were pressed against each other’s as her juices ripped down my thighs. I could feel my balls pulling into my body as I bit my teeth down into her breast. Her hands were shoving me into her bosom as I drew in her scent, and I could feel my cock twitching against her walls.
“So close. So close. Fuck, Jace. Just a little… almost… I…”
Her hips pressed into me, engulfing my cock as I spilled into her. I felt her pussy massaging my cock as her body shook against my muscles. My hands slid from the wall and gripped her thighs, melding her body to my outline as her fingernails scratched my scalp. She held me to her tits as she gasped, moaning in pleasure as I continued to fill her.
“Holy shit, Jace,” she said breathlessly. “Oh my… fuck…”
She released my head before her lips found mine. Her jaw was quivering, her body growing weak against mine. I wrapped my arms around her and peeled her from the wall, allowing her to fall into me as we tumbled back onto my bed.
The smell of us filled up my room, soaking the walls with our secrets of debauchery and lust.
We panted for air as we laid on the bed, her body lying on top of mine. My hands drifted up and down her back, drawing faceless images as she buried her face into the crook of my neck. For years, I had tried to conjure this exact feeling. For years, I had tried to remember what it had been like to have her body encompassing mine. I took in the smell of her hair, still scented with apples and honey after all these years. I took in the softness of her skin as Laiken nuzzled into my neck, her body instinctively wanting to be closer.
After lying there for a few minutes, I pulled us up to the top of the bed. I wrangled and fought with the covers to get them over us, and all the while she was grinning at me. Her hazel eyes were soaring with a hazy pleasure as her body laid there, weak and weary from our time spent together.
I settled down beside her and watched her fal
l asleep, her small little snores falling from her lips that never seemed to quite close while she slept.
I just hoped she would be here in the morning.
But more than that, I just hoped she would still be here once I told her the truth.
Chapter 16
Laiken
My body ached in all the most pleasant of ways. I woke up several times last night, and all to the most familiar sound in the world. Jace was breathing in my ear. Down my neck. His arms were hooked around my waist as my leg slithered between his. It was like our bodies sought one another out during the night. Sought out positions to help us become even closer than we already had been. And every time I woke up with his scent underneath my nose, I fell back asleep with a smile on my face.
But when I opened my eyes to greet the morning rays of the sun, Jace was no longer in bed.
“Jace?” I asked.
At first, I didn’t recognize where I was. My eyes were clouded with sleep, and the walls looked darker than I remembered. I pushed myself up in bed and started panning around the room, trying to get my bearings straight while my body cried out for caffeine. Had it not been for Jace’s musky scent still swirling around my head, I would’ve thought I was somewhere else entirely.
Jace’s room looked different now that I’d had a chance to look at it.
The walls were a darker color than I remembered. It used to be filled with pictures and posters, but now the walls were bare. There were curtains on the window that barely let in any light, and the bed was much bigger than I remembered. But it was the bathroom door that caught my attention.
It was the bathroom door that brought back a distinct memory.
It was the first time Jace had ever fucked me against a surface that hadn’t been his bed. He picked me up, and I whispered to him to put me down. I had clung to him, thinking that he was going to drop me or hurt me in some way. And because I had been struggling so badly, we ended up splintering the middle part of his bathroom door.
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