by Crimson Syn
Wolf gripped my waist and pulled me in tighter. “I figured. But it was that or get involved with God knows what.”
Nick shook his head. “I’m not saying it was the wrong move, I’m just telling you it’s not going to be easy from here on out. Those mother fuckers aren’t easy handle.”
Wolf sighed. “Neither are we.”
Nick smirked and patted him on the arm. “Believe me, I know. If you need anything, anything at all, I’m here.”
“Thanks Nick. I’ll keep that in mind.”
AN HOUR later we had driven up to Signal Hill in Hilltop Bar. The sun was setting and we had an amazing view of downtown Los Angeles. Leaning on his bike he pulled me in between his legs. His hands gripped my waist.
“Mr. Stone. Why are we so far away from the city?” I tugged on his jacket and kissed his cheek.
He laughed. “Don’t you think I owe you something.”
I frowned and he slowly stood up, turned me to the side and got down on one knee beside his bike. He reached back and pulled out a shiny object. My eyes widened as I realized what it was.
“I don’t know how the hell to do this, gorgeous. I’m not get down on one knee type of guy. But I know I love you and I know I want you. So I guess my question is, will you have me?”
“Yes! Yes, yes yes!” He stood up and I jumped in his arms, kissing him all over. He chuckled and set me down carefully. Then he took my hand and placed the prettiest rock on my finger.
“I hope you like it.” He whispered.
I barely looked at it as I caught his eyes. “I love it.”
He leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to my lips then turned me and we watched the sunset go down.
EPILOGUE
And here we are, nearly a year later. My belly a giant beach ball, but happily married to Wolf Stone.
So what has happened, you ask? We had a small wedding, at the Rooftop Gardens in L.A. Turns out, Wolf is a lot wealthier than I assumed, and he owns several properties as well. Mostly hotels, and he’s also part owner of Ravenous. The biker elite wined and dined here. Yes, there was sex, and I had to admit at times it got raunchy, but it didn’t stop me from coming down occasionally to say hi to the girls and hang out with the boys.
During my time at the club, I met a young girl that had been hired by Meg. Her name was Luna. She was sweet and pretty. We became close, and the last thing I wanted for her was to become one of the member’s “sheep”. Those women were only good for one thing, satisfying the members, and I didn’t want that for the girl, she was barely eighteen. I told Wolf to have her bartend instead, and gratefully he agreed. She had a thing for Riggs, but the brute never even looked at her. Go figure.
Bear came by more often and every now and then he’d sneak back with Meg. Wolf would roll his eyes, but he knew he couldn’t stop them. Rahyne finally came by, and she practically squealed in excitement at the site of the members, especially Grayson. I had only laughed and shook my head. Then, seeing how much they also enjoyed her company, I gathered them up and I warned them to keep their hands to themselves and respect my crazy friend.
It’s been six months, and Tuco’s threat still hangs above our heads. We never know when he’s going to make his move. His men have already hassled some of the dancers and busted a few bikes. Wolf continues to keep his cool, but I can tell he’s getting tired of it. Grayson seems to have everyone on a constant watch lately. He’d be the best person to ask what’s truly going on since I’m kept in the dark. Lately, I’m not allowed out, especially with this baby growing inside me.
Wolf once told me that if anything ever happened to him that I needed to take that baby and go far away from here. I just hope it won’t ever get to that point. As happy as he’s made me, I don’t think I remember how to live without him.
Even though I knew Los Perdidos were around, watching us, I still liked Ravenous, and I liked my new job as the club’s lawyer. I was truly happy.
Which is why I was now perched on all fours, on one of the stages, my ass in the air, wearing nothing but a silk negligée. My belly hung low and my tits were swollen with milk, swaying side to side as my husband’s cock slid into me.
“You feel that, gorgeous. That’s what you get for teasing me.”
He yanked on my hair and squeezed my tender nipples. They were sensitive from the pregnancy and I yelled out from the pain and the pleasure. He slammed into me again, he was so hard and my cunt gobbled him up, greedy for release.
For months, I couldn’t get enough of him. I practically ravaged him every chance I got. I physically craved him every time I smelled his cologne, and the scent of leather had my mouth watering. There were several afternoons he would come home late to find me screaming his name as I lay on one of his leather jackets, squirting all over the mattress. He’d crawl on top of me and say.
“You want my cock, don’t you?”
I’d practically rip his clothes off begging for him to enter me. It was some of the hottest sex I ever had. But this…this was the absolute best. I had teased him to no end. What do you expect when you’re kept under house arrest. A girl’s got to entertain herself.
Walking around him in the short teddy, bending over, showing him what he could have. After he came down to the empty bar, I followed him and got up on the stage. I twirled on one of the poles and slid down it, opening my legs for him. My belly glowed under one of the spotlights, and as he glared over at me from his seat in the private lounge I knew I wasn’t going to escape him. I was impressed by how fast he got to me. Tearing his pants off he climbed onto the stage, got me on all fours and rammed his thick prick through my swollen pussy lips.
He knew just how to move his hips to drive right into my g-spot. In just a couple of thrusts he had me screaming in ecstasy and he grunted as spurts of his cum hit my inner walls. I turned over and lay down on the wooden floor, he collapsed next to me.
“Fuck, gorgeous. One of these days, you’re gonna kill me.”
I laughed happily. “As long as you keep fucking me like that, I’ll make sure to keep you alive and kicking.
He chuckled and trailed his hands over my belly. He kissed it and then pressed his lips to mine. His tongue traced my lips and sucked gently. “I love you.” He whispered.
“I love you more.” I whispered, and wrapped my legs around him as he rocked into me slowly, making me feel every inch of him, making me feel… loved.
Thank you for indulging in Wolf’s story. If you want to find out what dangers lurk ahead for the Hell’s Lovers stay tuned for Grayson, our club’s Playboy Vice Pres, cuming this May 2017.
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Now for that special sneak peak into Grayson’s world…
GRAYSON
A HELL’S LOVERS MC ROMANCE, #2
She’s a wildcat in bed and she’s driving me crazy!
Ever since that first night, I can’t get enough of Rahyne Andrews.
Her kisses, her body, her moans, drive me crazy. I can’t seem to say no to her.
My only problem, is that she doesn’t seem to be interested in more than my body.
And I’m not about to have my control taken away from me.
She either bends to my will, or I’m walking.
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Grayson Carter is everything I ever dreamed of and more.
He’s built like a rock and knows how to satisfy my every need.
But the last thing I want is to have another failed relationship.
Especially, when it involves a member of the Hell’s Lovers.
I’m the one in control, I’m always in control…
So why is it that Grayson Carter is the only man who has ever made me beg for more.
CHAPTER 1
GRAYSON
“Fuck me Grayson! Fuck me, hard!”
It was the third time this week she had assaulted me at the club, dragging me into the storage room and slamming me up against bottles of beer and liquor. I should have said no, but as my cock pumped in and out of her tight hole, there wa
s no way I was saying no to this juicy pussy.
If Scarlett ever found out I was fucking around with her best friend, she’d kill me. But Rahyne was a temptation I was too weak to deny myself. I mean, the woman sucked dick like no other. Add in her angel like features looking up at me as her red lips slide up and down my shaft, and she was a perfect wet dream.
“Shit!” I gritted as she raised her hips taking me in deeper. I had her on top of the counter in the back room, and she had spread her legs as her eyes asked me for more.
“Give it to me, Gray! I’ve been craving it all day.”
“You’re a fucking dirty slut, you know that?” I seethed as I felt my body light up by her words.
“But you fucking love it, don’t you? Ahhh!” She screamed as I pounded into her harder. The smacking of wet flesh and the sound of her wet pussy was fucking smutty and I lived off it.
It had become a game in the last few months. How many times could I make her cum? How many time until we got caught?
The first time I took her, was at Scarlett’s and Wolf’s wedding. I had seen her before, at the engagement party, but she hadn’t seemed interested in me at the time. She flirted and talked to everyone, but me. The wench had even gone home with Cain, but I found out later nothing happened. She had given him a peck on the cheek, called him a sweetheart, and slammed the door in his face.
Three weeks later she was screaming my name on a bathroom counter at the Rooftop Gardens. Now, she didn’t miss an opportunity to have my cock stuffed inside her.
“Oh shit! Shit, Gray, you’re so fucking good at that. I’m gonna cum!”
“Oh yeah?” I slowed down, teasing her.
She arched her back, her blonde curls encompassing her beautiful features. She was all innocence when she was out and about, but behind closed doors she was a total freak asking to be fucked and getting down on her knees every chance she got. Not that I was complaining.
“D…d…don’t. Don’t stop.” She said between intakes of air.
I slammed into her once and then dragged my cock out of her agonizingly slow. “I though you said I couldn’t make you cum, even if I tried. Doesn’t seem like your threats are working to your favor, sweetheart.”
“Ohhh. Oh, shit! I can feel you so good. Take me faster Grayson, please.” She whispered in my ear as I continued to slowly slide into her. My cock wanted to ravage her, but I was an expert at maintaining control.
I buried my cock up to the hilt and moved my hips, making sure to rub her clit against my pelvic bone. “I’m gonna’ make you have the best orgasm of your life, you little slut.”
“Yes! Yes. Make me your slut! Yes!” She shouted as her body trembled around me. Her pussy clenched down on my shaft and I let myself go, cumming deep inside of her. The stream was so strong I thought I ripped through the condom.
“Fuck Rahyne! You’re gonna get us in trouble.”
She giggled and pushed me away. She ran a hand down her skirt and propped her breasts back into her dress. Turning, she winked and blew me a kiss. “Until next time, big boy.”
With a pat in the ass she walked out on me again.
She never stayed long. Never let me take her out to dinner, or even have a chance at a conversation. She was just that, hungry for my cock, and I didn’t want it to stop. She had me addicted to her body and strangely, I found myself wanting more from her. She was the complete opposite of her friend, Scarlett. Rahyne was wild yet closed off, and she made it clear that she didn’t want anything serious.
I should be happy, right? Sex with no strings attached with a beautiful woman. But I wasn’t. Month after month of having her body and nothing more, had me wondering if she truly wanted me or just my cock. It shouldn’t bother me. Me! Grayson Carter! Infamous playboy! Was worried if a girl liked him. I’m a fucking idiot.
I watched as she walked up the stairs. That gorgeous ass, tantalizingly sexy. I was in deep trouble with this one.
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(OUT MAY 2017)