Even though I was still shaken up from what had happened with the gang of men who had taken shots at us, I also realized that it couldn’t have happened at a better time.
When the others started talking amongst themselves, Marco turned to me. His dark eyes were shining bright, I could sense that he was on an adrenaline rush and I felt desire course through my veins. No man had been able to instantly turn me on like this, with just one look.
“Do you want to take me home?” I asked him, and he leaned towards me.
“There is nothing I would like more,” he whispered in my ears.
***
We were back in Marco’s apartment, and I sank down on his couch, the very one where we had spent the night together in each other’s arms. Marco was in the kitchen, making us cups of coffee and I watched him while he worked.
If he hadn’t told me that he had a prosthetic leg, I wouldn’t have known just by looking at him like this. He had a slim waist, and wide shoulders and a strong muscular back. When he looked over his shoulder at me, I caught sight of that beard again. It had left my skin tingling the previous night.
He brought the mugs of coffee over to me, and I took one from him, and he sat down at the end of the couch beside me.
“Eventful day, huh?” I said, and I watched as his sexy lips pressed to the mouth of the mug for a sip.
The coffee traveled down his throat, making his Adam’s apple bob up and down. I didn’t want coffee, I wanted him.
“Quinn, I know we just met yesterday, but I don’t know what I would have done if something had happened to you today,” he said, in a deep hoarse voice. I settled the mug down on the coffee table in front of me, and I leaned towards him, holding his gaze strongly.
“You don’t have to explain your feelings to me because I’m feeling the same things,” I said with a gulp. I didn’t know where this conversation was going to go, but I wanted him to know that he wasn’t alone. I was falling for him too. No matter how quick it was, it didn’t seem to feel that way.
He left his mug on the arm of the couch, but when he moved towards me, it fell to the floor and crashed. The sound sent a thrilling surge of electricity down my spine, and I moved towards him.
When his lips met mine, I tipped my head back, sinking into the couch. Marco had stretched himself out over me, and I kissed him back. His tongue was in my mouth, his hands were pulling my clothes off. We were hungry for each other, adrenaline pumping through our veins.
His mouth traveled down from my lips, down my neck and he was using his teeth to tug my clothes off. His fingers had slipped under my t-shirt, and he was unclasping my bra. Soon, my breasts were in his hands, and he was teasing my nipples, playing with them, pinching. I gasped and moaned, parting my legs to welcome him in.
Marco was lying on top of me now, stretched out over my body, wedged between my legs.
I parted my mouth with desire when I saw his hands slip in under my jeans. Within moments he had found my throbbing wet pussy, and he stroked my clit furiously. I writhed and moaned, thrilling in the pleasure of having his hands roughly tease my clit and pussy. I could feel my wetness seeping out of my folds and covering his fingers.
His forefinger slipped into me, stroking me, sliding in and out of my folds. I reached for his mouth, tugging at his lower lip with my teeth. He laughed as I nuzzled his beard with my chin. His fingers were still under my pants, stroking and fondling my pussy to the point of no return.
“Marco!” I sighed his name, and with his other hand, he started undoing the button on my pants. I reached for his jeans too, undoing them hurriedly and pulling them down over his butt. I grabbed his butt and pressed him closer to me so that now I could feel his cock digging into my belly tightly.
I was panting, out of breath with desire, while his fingers continued to work away at my pussy.
“I want you inside me,” I breathed the words and Marco’s hand stopped working. He looked into my eyes, and his dark eyes were shining brightly.
“I’m always going to give you what you want, beautiful,” he said with a grunt, and within seconds, he was peeling my jeans down over my knees, pulling my panties down along with it.
We were still relatively clothed, except for our groins. Both our pants were pulled down, and his cock was digging into the insides of my thighs. I could feel its throbbing dangerous heat, the tip of his cock covered and glistening with his precum.
“Quinn, you are beautiful,” he said, and his large warm hands were on my thighs, gently prying them apart. I weaved my fingers into his thick shaggy dark hair. We were looking at each other, and I couldn’t remember ever feeling this emotional while being fucked. It was probably because Marco hadn’t taken his gaze away from me, our eyes were locked. Or it could be because now I was desperately and completely falling for him. There was no going back from this.
Marco thrust his cock into me, as my legs wrapped around his waist. I felt him slide into me smoothly and I gasped. His cock was big and thick inside me, pumping repeatedly. Our bodies made a loud clapping sound as he pushed deeper into me with every passing moment. I could feel him stroking my G Spot, he had found it easily.
“Come for me, beautiful,” I heard him grunt, while he kept thrusting. His fingers were on my clit, while his cock was in my pussy. He was stroking me, rubbing his fingers over and over again on my clit so that I felt raw now, throbbing with need for more.
He didn’t stop thrusting his cock into me, sliding in and out and making my pussy tremble with the force of an orgasm that was fast approaching.
“Marco! Please!” I screamed, and I didn’t even know what I was asking for.
“Come for me,” he said as he moved his hips, thrusting his cock into me. I came with force, making my toes curl as I felt my orgasm washing over me. My nails dug into his back as my body moved and shook. I was screaming his name, leaving marks on his body with my grip.
I could feel myself repeatedly coming, one after the other while he continued pumping into me. Marco came then too, shooting his seed deep into me. He growled and clutched my hips, his fingers dug into my skin tightly, and he was pinning me down to the couch, while he drained himself into me.
I tightened my legs around his waist, holding him close as we came together. I could feel our sweat glistening on our bodies, our breaths misled together while our orgasms finally began to subside.
Marco crashed down on me, and I wrapped my arms around him. We were both out of breath, sucking in mouthfuls of air into our lungs. He had his cheek down on my breasts, slowly tracing an imaginary design on my bare skin with his fingers.
I was still breathing hard when he spoke again.
“Next time, I promise I’m going to take it slow. This time I couldn’t control myself, I hope I didn’t hurt you, babe,” he said.
He’d called me babe, I meant something to him! It was all happening so fast, but it felt so right. I could feel my cheeks flushing when he looked up at me, and I smiled.
“I don’t want you to take it slow, Marco, I like it like this. I like everything about you,” I said, and I hadn’t even gotten all the words out before he kissed me again.
Epilogue
Marco
One Year Later
My brothers and I were riding back from the docks to the Rusty Pelican. Another shipment had been received smoothly, things were peaceful for the Bad Disciples these days. Whatever small skirmishes that the Four Skulls and the Dragon Knights had caused lately, had easily been crushed down by us. They didn’t stand a chance against us anymore. They were done for good, and everyone knew it, including them.
We parked our bikes outside the bar and walked in together. Axel and some of the older guys were having drinks at the counter, and they greeted us when we walked in.
“First task as a newly patched member, how did it go, Marco?” one of the guys asked as we walked up towards them. I had finally been patched in from being a prospect four days ago.
“No, Marco’s first task as a new
ly patched member was to drive Quinn to the store so she could pick out curtains,” Glock joked, and he thumped my back. The others laughed, and I shook my head as I stuck my hands into the pockets of my jeans.
The fact that I was in a relationship with the president’s daughter had sunk into everyone now. I wasn’t walking on thin ice anymore. Over the course of the year, I had proven over and over again that I deserved to be with Quinn and we were good for each other.
She had started working in Los Angeles recently for a tech company and permanently moved back to her hometown in Long Beach. Something which she had always assumed she would never to do. I didn’t want to stay in her way and her career, but she had insisted. She wanted us to live together, she didn’t want us to spend a single day apart. Of course. Fuck long distance relationships. I wanted my woman in my home, where I could see her every day and claim her body every night.
Drinks were being passed around when the doors of the bar opened, and Quinn walked in. She had just returned from work and was in a fancy suit, with a cream silk blouse underneath. Her hair was tied tightly in a classy bun at the back of her head, and she was walking straight in my direction.
I smiled at her, and she came over to hug me. I kissed her lightly on her lips. There was no way I was doing anything more than that in front of her father there.
“Ready to go?” she asked, and I nodded. I’d made plans for dinner at her favorite restaurant that night.
“Yeah, I just got back. Let’s get outta here,” I said, and I gulped most of the beer down my throat.
Placing a hand on Quinn’s waist, I was leading her away to the door of the bar while she waved at the others and said her goodbyes.
I slipped a hand into the pocket of my pants and checked for the small velvet box again, feeling its smooth softness on my fingers. There was a glittering diamond ring inside the box, the exact one Quinn had looked at in a shop’s window three weeks ago. I’d seen her eyes glowing when she saw it, and I knew it was the one. I’d dropped her to the apartment and gone back to the store immediately.
It had been three weeks that I was carrying the ring around in my pocket but tonight was the night. I had Axel’s blessings, and I knew I couldn’t wait anymore. I was going to ask her, and I knew what her answer was going to be. I couldn’t wait to start a life and a family with this woman; the woman who had changed my life.
THE END
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Tank (The Bad Disciples #3)
by Savannah Rylan
CHAPTER 1
Tank
Another shipment of weapons had arrived from the Fallen Idols, and the guys and I had turned up to coordinate its storage in the warehouse. Glock, Gunner, and Hunter were working on sifting through the stockpile and storing the weapons in crates; while Sniper and I kept watch.
The shipments had been arriving at a steady rate for the past two months, and we had fallen into a rhythm of working peacefully. As far as we knew, the Dragon Knights hadn’t managed to recuperate yet. We had busted their prostitution ring nearly six months ago, and the word on the street was that they still hadn’t managed to get themselves back up on their feet. Serves them right, the mother fuckers.
It was a relatively quiet night, and Sniper and I sat on wooden crates at the mouth of the docks. The others were working away in the warehouse, unloading boxes from the ships.
We worked in the dark, and now only the orange glow of our cigarette butts showed as Sniper, and I chain smoked. We were both carrying, but hadn’t felt the need to use our guns for some time. I put my cigarette down as I tied my long hair back into a ponytail.
“So…that Paula huh?” Sniper began. I sucked in a mouthful of smoke and sensed the nicotine filling my veins. I grunted as a response, because even though I was one of the guys and they were my best friends…I didn’t exactly discuss women with them or anyone for that matter.
“She has a flaming tongue, like her flaming hair,” he commented and laughed by himself, and I kept my eyes focused on the darkness around us. Sniper, like the others, knew exactly what I was like. I didn’t fuck the women they fucked. They were all just too easy, hanging over all of them at the Rusty Pelican. I liked my women to give me a bit of a challenge. Instead, I mainly kept myself to myself. But that didn’t mean that they weren’t all curious about who I was fucking. Especially Sniper and Hunter, who tried to barrage me with questions about the women I was seeing.
“I’m sure she does,” I replied, in a quiet grunt and Sniper shook his head.
“I can tell ya, she does!” he kept prodding. The truth was that my brothers would be deeply disappointed if they knew what my sex life was like. In their books, it would be considered boring. I couldn’t even remember the face of the last woman I fucked. Was it in the bathroom stall of the gas station two weeks ago? Did I even look at her face? Two weeks would have been considered a long time to go without a fuck, but these days, I was losing interest. All I really cared about was the job.
“You should try her some time,” Sniper was speaking about this chick like she was an ice cream flavor, and I grunted again. I flicked my still-burning cigarette on the ground, and I had just booted it when I heard a click in the dark.
“What the Fuck?” I growled and stood up, just when a fire rang out. I ducked, missing it narrowly by barely an inch as the bullet zipped past my ear. It had bounced off a wooden crate in the back, and I heard Gunner’s voice, cursing loudly.
Sniper and I had pulled out our guns in a split second, and we ran into the dark, in the direction of the shot.
“Are you two playing about? For Fucks’sake!” Glock was calling out to us.
“Someone took a shot at us!” Sniper yelled back, as we kept running. The lack of lights was making it difficult for us to see, and we were proceeding with caution. We hadn’t seen anyone else yet.
“Fuck. Who do you think it is? The Dragon Knights?” Sniper kept talking beside me.
“Shut up, Sniper. You’re giving us away,” I growled under my breath. We directed our guns in all directions, still waiting to hear or see something.
There was a movement in the dark, and Sniper shot his gun. Some guy’s voice rang out, someone who'd been shot and then a fire of bullets rained down on us.
“Go. Go. Go!” I growled as Sniper, and I tried to run in opposite directions and take cover behind wooden crates. The bullets zinged past us, bouncing off more crates. I knew that Gunner, Glock, and Hunter would be coming to our aid now.
I sank down on the ground behind a crate and tried to catch my breath. I couldn’t see Sniper in the dark, but I hoped that he had found cover as well. The firing stopped suddenly, and I took the chance to look over the crate and fired a few shots myself. I saw two guys zoom past between pillars. One of my shots caught a guy on his leg, and I whipped back behind the crate.
In the distance, I could see the fuckers crouching, and trying to reach us stealthily. They had their guns pulled out and ready for a shootout.
“Sniper! You okay, brother?” I yelled out.
“Yeah. I’m clean,” Glock called back, and I followed the direction of his voice to a crate some distance away.
“They’re behind the pillars,” I said.
“DK fuckers. I saw their patches,” Sniper replied.
I looked over the crate again, and this time a bullet grazed past my ear, and I ducked down. It must have got me because I could feel a stinging on my earlobe.
“Stay the Fuck down, Tank!” Sniper’s voice cut through the air, and I clenched my jaws. How had we not caught on to the fact that the Dragon Knights were building up forces? That they were planning a retaliation?
I cursed under my breath and t
ried to force myself to remain down. I would have liked nothing more than to walk into the fire and take out all the DK assholes who were there. As of now, I assumed that there were only two. But it would have been stupid of them to send just two guys against us, so there had to be more. Unfortunately, they had caught us by surprise.
Another shot rang out near us, and I couldn’t keep myself down any longer. I stood up from behind the crate and shot in the dark. I could hear my bullets hitting concrete and wood, and I growled as I shot, till two hands pulled me back down to the ground again.
“What the Fuck are you doing, man? You’re going to get yourself killed!” Gunner’s voice hissed in my ear.
“They’re going to close in on us!” I growled, but Gunner was keeping a firm grip on my arms.
“Fuck Tank! You’re bleeding,” he yelled, just as we heard the sound of police sirens.
“What?” I said and touched my earlobe, and I could feel the stickiness of blood on it. I pulled my fingers away from my ears and stared at the blood, which wasn’t that much. I looked up at Gunner with knotted brows.
“Are you kidding me? You call that bleeding?” I snapped, as the sound of the police sirens filled the air.
“Not your ear, Tank!” he hissed, and then grabbing me by my shoulders, he started heaving me up.
“We need to get outta here. The cops are coming,” Gunner barked, and I got up to my feet and followed him.
“Tank, fuck!” Hunter had appeared on my side as we ran towards the truck that Gunner had driven to the site.
“What?” I snapped back at him and saw that he was looking at me bleary-eyed.
“You’ve been shot, man!” he yelled back, and I looked down to see that my t-shirt had turned sticky and dark with a patch of blood on my stomach. A searing pain shot up my spine, a pain that I hadn’t felt till I saw the blood. I clenched my jaw to prevent me from screaming out in pain.
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