by Jenika Snow
She was pliant in his arms, pressing her breasts against his chest, and murmuring these little incoherent things. Tuck moved his other hand lower until he got to the hem of her shirt, and slipped his fingers beneath the material. She arched her back for more. At the first contact of his bare flesh against hers she gasped, and he groaned. She was soft everywhere, so soft.
“You’re so damn pliant in my arms, so receptive.”
“I’ll always be this way with you, always feel this heat and arousal, Tuck.”
She wasn’t wearing a bra, and his dick punched forward even harder when he took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pulled at the already turgid flesh. Over and over he pulled at her nipple, growing harder by the second with each moan she made. The skirt and panties she wore needed to fucking go, right along with this shirt. He needed her bared, naked, and so willing to give him this.
He moved his hands to the waistband of her skirt, but stopped and started kissing her more possessively once again. He wanted his handprints on her body, wanted his teeth marks on her skin, but only if she submitted to him willingly, gave herself over to him in every way. He’d never force her, never make her do anything she wasn’t comfortable with. But Tuck did want her screaming out his name as he filled her with his cock. “I want to be inside of you, baby.”
“Then be inside of me, Tuck.” She slanted her mouth on his and speared her tongue between his parted lips. Back was the desperation, but it was the good kind, the kind that he felt down to his bones and wanted more of. He grabbed the collar of her shirt, and in a swift move tore the material in two.
“God, Tuck,” she breathed out.
He cupped her breasts with his hands, squeezed the mounds until she was rocking back and forth against his erection, and having him nearly coming in his pants.
“I need more. I need it all from you.” He was already near his breaking point. Moving his hands lower, he pushed her shirt and panties down with frantic need. Once she had the clothes tossed to the side he cupped her bare ass. For a suspended moment all he did was hold the big globes of her bottom while he fucked her mouth with his.
“Christ, Jana, I’m so hard for you, so ready to plow you with my cock.” He moved his mouth to her ear and whispered, “I need to be inside of you now. I need to fuck you until you can only think of me when I’m not with you, baby.”
She shivered and pulled back to look him in the face. “You’re all I think about when you’re gone, Tuck, all I desire.” She licked her lips again. “I’m so wet right now, soaked for you. Let’s christen our new place.”She cupped her big breasts and pulled at her nipples, and everything in him stilled. And then he was done, just fucking done because he had to have her, now.
****
It was like an animal had been unleashed inside of Tuck. He pressed her against the wall, hard, and then moved his hand between their bodies. He started undoing his pants, and before she knew what was happening they were both naked and starting to sweat. Maybe this was a bad idea, fucking right here in their new house, not even a bed to cushion what was about to happen. But it didn’t feel wrong but instead felt so damn right.
He kissed her again, harder and faster than before, and she knew that there was no stopping this. “That’s it, baby. Fuck, I like you so damn receptive to me.” He groaned against her neck. Tuck had his hands on her bare ass and his mouth back on hers to swallow the surprised sound that came from her when he squeezed the mounds especially hard. He had her in his arms only seconds later, her feet off the ground, and his immense strength pouring out of him.
“I want you so fucking badly,” he said again, and started thrusting against her pussy, his dick hard, thick and long, and probing at her entrance. Because they didn’t have any clothes on, the feeling of his hard cock against her slick folds had a moan leaving her.
“Quit talking, and just stick your big dick inside of me, Tuck. Please.” She emphasized the last word, and he groaned against her mouth. Right now she just wanted to feel him pushing into her, stretching her. The feel of his big erection had her insides clenching and a fresh wave of wetness coming from her pussy. Jana wanted to feel so incredibly full she couldn’t stand it, couldn’t breathe, or wrap her head around it. “Tuck, I’m so ready for you.”
And then he was reaching between their bodies, taking hold of his dick, and placing it at her entrance.
He rubbed his cock along her cleft, up and down, and bumping her clit with every upstroke. “Fuck, you are so wet for me, Jana baby.”
She felt his dick throb between her legs, and felt slickness slip from her pussy and cover his shaft. They held each other’s stares for several long seconds, and then they crashed their mouths together. Hair was pulled, flesh was nipped at, and groans spilled from both of them. Images of them together, skin wet with sweat, muscles stretched and taut from straining, filled her head and had her rubbing herself on him. She wanted to do this in their home, the place they’d gotten together to start their life.
Without thinking, because at this point all she wanted was him shoved so deep inside of her nothing else mattered, Jana reached down, pushed his hand out of the way, and grabbed his impressive length. She rose up as much as she could, enough so she had his tip angled right at her entrance, and stared into his eyes. For a moment time seemed to stand still. There wasn’t insanity, killing, or maiming, and no club drama or danger around the corner. Right now there was just her and Tuck, and this very heated moment with lost inhibitions.
He held her body up with one hand holding onto her ass and placed his other hand on the wall beside her head. The tip of his cock became lodged in her body, and they both breathed out roughly. “I want you in my life forever, Jana.”
She opened her mouth as a sound left her. “I want that, too.”
“And when the time is right, filled with my seed and carrying my baby, but only when the time is right, only when you’re ready.”
She could have cried at his words. Of course she wanted that, but hadn’t known how to tell him that, not with them just starting out together. She couldn’t form a word, so she smiled and nodded.
“God, I love you so fucking much.” He buried his face in the crook of her neck and inhaled. “And now I’m going to fuck you so good and hard that you’ll be pleasurably sore.”
When he slid in another inch, stretching her so damn good, he snapped his mouth shut and closed his eyes. He ground his teeth, and the sound shouldn’t have been as erotic as it was, but it was like he was losing it, not able to even control himself even though they’d been together in this way so many times. But to her it was like the first time, that first stretch and burn that encompassed her. She loved every minute of it.
She moaned against his lips and clenched her pussy around his shaft. “You’re making me feel so full, Tuck, and you’re not even all the way in yet.” She panted hard. “You’re making me feel like a woman claimed.” He made her feel that way every time.
He rested his forehead against hers, and they panted into each other’s mouths. “You haven’t felt anything yet, Jana.” He growled. “You’re so fucking tight. God, and so damn wet and hot.” In one swift move he was buried fully inside of her, his balls slapping against her ass, and her head falling back completely against the wall.
It felt like she was burning alive, like he was burning her alive. He started moving in and out of her, faster and harder, and she couldn’t wrap her head around the exquisiteness of it all.
“Jana, Christ, it feels so fucking unbelievable.” He pumped into her. “Fucking hell, baby. I swear you got wetter.”
Feeling him so far inside of her that there was no part of her body that he wasn’t touching stole any coherent words and thought from her. He curled his arm around her waist, and she wrapped her legs around his hips tighter, stabilizing herself. With Tuck’s hand by her head on the wall and his other hand on her ass cheek, he started moving in and out of her.
The sounds of their flesh slapping together, of her wet
skin moving along his in a very filthy, erotic way, had her pleasure mounting. The sounds that came from him were loud, clipped. The root of his cock rubbed against her clit every time he slammed into her.
“So good.” He ground the words out, and closed his eyes for a second before he opened them again and stared at her. Sweat beaded his brow, and he made this low growly sound when he slammed into her especially hard, causing her back to rub along the wall. But then he’d pull almost all the way out, slowly push back into her, and treat her to this gentler side of him.
He did this repeatedly, almost making love to her in that sweet way as he looked into her eyes. But then as if that was just a small sampling he slammed back into her hard and powerfully, and kissed her until she felt like her lips would bleed. With each passing second he didn’t give her slow and intimate again, but fast and hard. The burn of her back rubbing against the wall heightened her pleasure, and she felt her climax mounting.
“I want to see you come, want to feel you milking my dick until we both go over the edge.” He reached between them and pressed his thumb to her clit. He rubbed the bundle of nerves back and forth, and kept that pressure right on her until she was swiveling her hips on him. He pressed his mouth to her ear, had his cock deep in her pussy, and had his thumb on her clit. Tuck’s breathing was short pants, and she could tell he was close to getting off, too.
“You’re mine, Jana. Mine.” He slammed into her twice, applied more pressure to her clit until she was about to come. But right when she was there he slowed his motions. Jana wanted to scream out in frustration, but before she could do or say anything he grunted against her neck, barely holding on as well.
“Tell me you’re mine, tell me that you love me as much as I love you.”
“I love you, Tuck. I love you so much, and I am yours, only yours.”
He looked at her right in the eyes. “I’m yours, the same as you’re mine. Damn, baby, I fucking love you.” He was thrusting like a madman now, in and out, faster and harder, and she got so lost in the sensation, and the scent and power that came from him. She felt herself falling over the edge. Jana came long and hard, and heard him groan against her neck as he got off, too.
“I love you, too.” She gasped, and he slammed into her. The world was falling away, and lights flashed in front of her vision. This was her world now, her son’s world. Tuck’s life may be filled with bad, dangerous, and evil things that could destroy everything she’d worked to get away from, but she knew as long as Tuck was by her side he wouldn’t allow that world to crumble. They’d built this life together, were still building it. That was what mattered, what counted, as long as they did it together, as a family.
Chapter Nineteen
Tuck smiled as he watched Rook and Pierce start to argue over if the ball actually went into the corner pocket. He held his pool stick, leaned against the wall, and looked over at the clock. He’d be leaving in about half an hour to go home and see Braden before he went to bed, and then he’d take Jana into his arms and kiss her senseless, just because he could. That knowledge, that he could kiss her whenever he wanted, that he could touch her, stroke her, hell, smell her damn hair if he wanted to, whenever he wanted to, made him deliriously happy.
“You’re up, man,” Lucien said, took a swig from his beer, and looked at the clock as well.
Tuck knew the president was anxious to go to his old lady, Callie, too. Hell, Kink’s only daughter was now with the president of their club, and although it had been kind of a fucked-up situation since that had been a betrayal all in its own, and Kink and Lucien had gone after each other because of it, things had smoothed out. Now they were all one big happy family, dysfunction on occasional and all.
It was still strange to look at these men and know that some of them were tied down, had women of their own, and would do anything to ensure their protection.
He looked at Kink, smiled when the brother started cursing when he spilled beer on his shirt, and how he started saying Cookie was going to get pissed that she had to clean the shit out once again. Then there was Malice, their Sergeant at Arms. The man was elusive with his emotions, but when it came to Adrianna, his old lady brought out the best in the brother.
And here was Tuck, now part of the fold. He had an old lady, a little boy he’d raise up right, better than he did with his other children. At least Aspen and Leif’s mother was good and strong, didn’t put up with Tuck’s bullshit, and kept them away from the horrible life he’d chosen to lead. He had no one to blame but himself in his downfall and the time he missed out. It was what it was, but he had been making up for it since he got clean, since he’d been with the club, and he had a family now, with everyone he loved.
He thought about Aspen and Leif, about how they’d grown up to be strong individuals, despite his weaknesses. Then he thought about Jana, the woman that stole his heart and was making him a better man one day at a time. He’d never get rid of the darkness inside of him, the need to exact vengeance on those that hurt the ones he cared about, but he knew he had parts of himself that made him a good man. She told him that many times, and he was starting to believe her.
The feel of his cell vibrating in his pocket had him setting his pool stick down and grabbing the phone. There was no number on his burner cell, just the word BLOCKED. In his gut he knew what the hell this was going to be about, and who would be on the other end.
He looked around at the men all laughing, being happy, and not having to worry about the shit that was surely about to go down. Moving away from them and toward an isolated place in the club, he answered the call and brought the cell to his ear. He didn’t say anything, but heard M breathing on the other end.
“It’s time for that favor, Boston. Time to pay up.”
Tuck looked over at Lucien, who was now watching him. Tuck shook his head, knowing his expression was grave.
“I have a shipment of whore mules that need to be picked up and transported to an undisclosed location.”
Whore mules. Fucking M and his nasty ass business. He was using women to transport his drugs, made them swallow balloons filled with drugs, and when the time came they’d pass the balloons. After that they’d be made into sex slaves to some of the most deranged men in the world.
“You have thugs who do that shit.”
M laughed at Tuck’s words. “Yeah, I do, but you and your club owe me, and I want the muscles you guys can offer as well as the payment you owe me. I’ll let you know the time and place when it gets closer to pick-up.” M disconnected the call, and Tuck shoved his phone back in his pocket.
He scrubbed a hand over his face, breathed out, and knew they had to put a stop to this. M needed to go, and he needed to go before this pick-up was scheduled. The club couldn’t be involved in this dark shit, not just for the ramifications it could cause to the club members and the MC itself, but also for moral reasons. The Brothers didn’t deal in human flesh, not unwilling at least. They may have some girls working for them that earned income on the side, but those women were willing, always willing. What M was involved in, what he wanted Tuck and his brothers to do, would not be moral or right in any sense of the word.
“What’s up?” Malice said, the whole club now staring right at Tuck.
He stared at each of them, saw the hardness in their expressions, and knew they were aware of what was going on without Tuck having to say anything. “M has called in his favor, but I can’t have you guys in on this. I need to handle it. It was my fucking mess.” He looked around at the men that were his brothers. “I need to take him out before it can be followed through, or before he can come after everyone I fucking care about because we didn’t fold to his bullshit.”
He needed to fix this for his club, for Jana, his kids, but also for himself. He needed to do right, be a better person, even if deep down he’d always resort to the violence and darkness that made him up.
“We can’t let you do this alone, brother. You gave your pound of flesh for going to him, and as far as I a
m concerned, and every other member here, you’re square with us,” Lucien said.
“We do this as a club, as a family,” Kink said next.
For a second he just stared at these men, at the guys he’d lay his life down for.
“No arguments,” Malice said. “Let’s get this taken care of.” And like a perfectly working clock they all headed into the meeting room, about to plan out exactly how to take out a man that had more connections then they’d ever be able to comprehend.
****
“Man, this is fucked, and not to mention creepy as hell,” Rook said, inhaled from his cigarette, and tossed the butt to the ground when he was finished.
Pierce watched as the other man snubbed it out with his boot, and leaned against the side of The Crystal Cavern. It was late as hell, and although the place was getting ready to close for the night, and the strippers would be filing out any minute now, Pierce didn’t feel like what he was doing was wrong. In fact, he was standing out here, waiting to talk to Lil, because he was obsessed with the chick. He should be, and that in itself was pretty fucking creepy, but hell, at this point he’d try to talk her into anything if it meant she’d give him the time of day.
“You got it bad for the bitch, Pierce, and I can’t understand why.”
“You haven’t seen her, man,” Pierce said, leaned against the wall, too, and stared at the dim, broken streetlight a few feet from them.
“I’m sure she looks like any other stripper bitch in the Cavern,” Rook said, and before Pierce could say something in return Rook’s phone rang. “Yo,” Rook said, and moved away from the wall, cast a glance at Pierce, and moved another few feet away.