CAOS MC: The Series

by KB Winters

  “But she’s fucking here now Baz, that’s the part that matters. This is your chance, don’t be an asshole. Be a man.”

  “Fuck you Torch.”

  The crazy fucker laughed. “Nah you’re not my type. I like my ladies with bigger tits.”

  Torch had a point though. Trina is the only woman other than Cherie I’d let get close to me and her leaving fucked me up. Bad. But now that she’s back, I could have it all. The cool as shit son. The hot chick. But first I had to earn her trust and maybe her love again. Fuck, I must be drunk if I’m thinking about love. I didn’t talk—or think—about love other than my sister and my club. “Prospect get me some water. And some coffee.” I couldn’t get too damn drunk because I promised Trina I’d be back for dinner and I wasn’t about to show up shitfaced.

  I needed to show her that what she thought about CAOS wasn’t reality. We weren’t a bunch of fucking criminals. We were men who’d served our country with honor and distinction, but that service had given us a glimpse of how the real world fucking worked. So we made our own rules and our own lives. Our way. The outlaw way.

  I drank two cups of coffee fast enough to burn my fucking tongue but I needed to get going. After dropping my bike off at home, I grabbed my truck and headed to the grocery store. I had just the thing to warm Trina a little and get on my son’s good side. A sundae bar for after dinner.

  If I could survive basic training and several tours in the fucking shithole known as the middle east, then I could get one little strawberry blonde to open up to me.

  Again.

  Chapter Six

  Trina

  Since Jack was home all week, Baz had been spending plenty of time at the house which meant I could spend more time working on my novel. He’d stopped by earlier, offering to take Jack to the park a couple of blocks away so I could get some work done. I appreciated that because I’d had too many late nights over the past few weeks. I couldn’t deny the progress I’d made and it was all thanks to the same man responsible for my sleepless nights.

  Even though I refused to sleep with him again—no matter how much I wanted to—he’d been in my thoughts a lot. So much that my hero started to look and act like him—the heat between my characters resembled the heat between us whenever we were together. Every time he stopped by I couldn’t help replaying the hard and fast fuck we’d had. In my bed.

  The sound of the doorbell pulled me from my thoughts, wondering what kind of distraction would stop my progress now. “Delivery for Trina Mosley,” the friendly looking man said, handing me a bouquet of what looked to be two dozen red roses.

  I hated red roses with a passion. They were phony. Insincere. And I knew only one person who would send them, despite how I felt. “Thanks,” I told the kid and waved him off, dumping the flowers in the trash and slipping the card into the kitchen junk drawer. The card wouldn’t provide any evidence it was Jensen but I kept it anyway and went back to work.

  Unfortunately, back to work meant delving back into thoughts I’d rather forget because they always turned to Baz and his capable hands, hard lines and muscles, intoxicating mouth. Though I’d never been into drugs, Baz had always been my one true addiction. But I had to shake off thoughts of him even if they were helping me finish my novel because it also made me want him more than I should. More than I could afford to want him when I knew nothing could come of it.

  Because nothing could come of it. Nothing had changed. Baz still belonged to CAOS, was probably some kind of leader at this point and though I hadn’t seen any evidence of criminal activity yet, I couldn’t rule it out either. Which meant I couldn’t let toe-curling amazing sex or anything else soften me towards him or the idea of us.

  The doorbell rang again and I pushed back from my desk with a grunt at another damn interruption. A quick glance out the window revealed a strange man with long greasy brown hair and light blue eyes with a scar under the left eye. He looked dirty and mean so I pulled open the door cautiously, keeping the knob gripped in one hand. “How may I help you?”

  “You Trina Mosley,” he asked gruffly.

  “Depends on who’s asking and why.” Though I already had a feeling I knew exactly who’d sent this miscreant to my door.

  He stepped closer, grinning sinisterly when I stepped back. “Just someone offering up some helpful advice sugar.”

  “Yeah and what would that be?”

  He sneered, reaching out a hand to try and touch me. “When Jensen calls, take it or your boy might find himself in a really fucked up situation.”

  I stood, shaken and pale as he walked away, fucking whistling as he walked down the street. As soon as the man was out of my line of sight I grabbed the phone and dialed Baz. “Come back here. Now!”

  “Calm down Sweetness, what’s—”

  “—Now, Baz!” Still clutching the phone, I ran outside and up the block, thinking I’d meet them in the middle of the block. I spotted them soon enough with Baz’s casual amble and ran to them, wrapping Jack in my arms.

  “Ow Mom, too tight.” He groaned and stepped back, looking at me like I’d grown two heads.

  “Sorry baby.” I felt tears threatening but I knew they would scare Jack more than my behavior already had.

  “Trina what the hell is going on? Tell me what’s wrong,” he insisted as he pulled me up from the ground and wrapped an arm around my waist. He herded us both into the house.

  “Mom, what’s going on? Is it Jensen again?”

  I remained silent and went straight to the kitchen, pulling the grinder forward and dumping in coffee beans to keep my hands occupied. “Jack can you go to your room for a bit so I can talk to your father?”

  “Mo-o-om,” he whined.

  “I’ve called Dagger and he’s coming to pick up Jack,” he told me, sympathy shining in his eyes. “This way Jack has someone to hang out with while Dagger keeps an eye on him. So we can talk.”

  I wanted to argue, to tell him he had no damn right to make those decisions without me. But he was right—and he was his father. Dagger would treat Jack as though he was his own son, because as far as the club was concerned it was true. “Okay. Thanks. How does that sound Jack?”

  “Okay,” he mumbled. “Are you gonna be all right Mom?”

  “Yep.”

  “I’ll make sure of it,” Baz told him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. Treating him like the man he would become someday. Thirty minutes later Jack was gone and Baz turned to me. “What the hell happened?”

  I took a long chug of lukewarm coffee and let out a deep breath before I told him everything I could remember about the man, his words and the earlier delivery of the roses. He bit out a curse and I frowned as a cold sensation snaked through me. “You know him?”

  “Sounds like Wagman. He used to be a member but he and a few other guys killed one of our members, remember Magnus?”

  I nodded. “Of course. He was nice, owned Black Betty and always had a smile for everyone.”

  “Well they fucking killed him and we had to expel them. Some shit went down, and I honestly thought the fucker was dead, but I just found out the other day that he’s doing freelance work.” He bit out the words like they stung to say. “I’ll find him and shut this shit down Sweetness, I promise.”

  I knew he would but I couldn’t stop trembling. “He threatened Jack, Baz. I can’t have anyone threatening my son.”

  “Our son,” he corrected angrily.

  “Maybe I should just talk to Jensen, take his call.”

  He grabbed me and held me close, resting his chin on my head while I inhaled his strong leathery masculine scent. “Fuck no. Don’t let this asshole win Trina. You don’t want to talk to him then keep doing that. I assume you have a restraining order?”

  I nodded. “But I don’t know if it works across state lines or if the phone counts.” The clerk, the cops and even the judge hadn’t been all that helpful.

  “Doesn’t matter. Just don’t talk to him. Ignore the bastard.” His grasp was firm
at first but then it gentled as a finger traced along my hairline and down to my jaw before coming to a stop under my chin. “I’m moving in.”

  I shook my head. “That is a really bad idea Baz.”

  “It’s a damn good idea and you know it. I’m the best option of keeping you both safe. Who’ll do a better job of it than me?”

  Shit, he was right. With Jack tying us together, Baz would move heaven and hell to keep him safe. But still, I wasn’t ready for that. “You don’t need to live here to keep us safe, do you?”

  “Yeah? Because trust me when I tell you that Wag is a desperate man who will do just about any fucking thing for the right price. Nighttime is the best time to strike and that’s when you’ll be most vulnerable without me here.”

  “No!”

  “Goddammit Trina, stop being so stubborn.”

  “This is my house Baz and you can’t just move in because you feel like it.” I didn’t even know why I was fighting him so hard. I knew it was the best option but I couldn’t not fight it. Having him so close and all the time would make it hard to keep my distance.

  Baz crowded me and I pushed at his chest, drawing a deep laugh from him. “Don’t worry Trina, I won’t come to you unless you beg me to. And Sweetness, you will beg.”

  Why did that deep sexy voice soak my panties and make my pussy clench? Because this man just did it for me. Every. Damn. Time. “I doubt it.”

  He used his big body against me, pressing me into the wall so I could feel his cock hardening against me. Then he slanted his mouth across mine, devouring my hot breath until I could no longer tell where his breath stopped and mine started. I could only succumb to the pleasure that filled my mouth and radiated down my body until everything tingled, buzzed with a need to feel more of this man. Touch and taste more of him. I moaned into his mouth and he pulled back, hands speared through my hair. “Still doubt me?”

  “Not you, exactly,” I stammered out to his answering chuckle.

  “Well then, I’m happy to convince you.”

  I shouldn’t encourage him, but with his hands on me, his body pressed into mine, I couldn’t resist. “You’re welcome to try.”

  And that was all he needed to put those big hands on my ass and lift me, urging my legs to wrap around his waist which I did happily, groaning at the feel of his cock pressed right where I needed it to be. Long legs ate up the distance to my bedroom where he laid me out and slowly undressed me, with a sinful grin that lit up his handsome face. “Open up Trina.” That gritty commanding tone had my arousal already dripping down my thighs. “Now.”

  I put my feet on the bed and spread my legs, pulsing at his heated look.

  “Better. You’re so fucking beautiful, Sweetness. I’m gonna eat that pussy until you can’t feel your legs.”

  Yes please, was the only thing I could think of at that moment. No one lit my body up like Baz did and right now, I felt like I might float away any minute. He knelt between my thighs and instead on moving nice and slow like I thought he might, he dove in fast and hard, alternating between fucking me with his tongue and sucking on my clit. “Baz, please!” I cried his name over and over, clutching his hair and grinding against his mouth.

  “Can’t hear you,” he groaned, nibbling my clit before I could get another word out.

  The sensations shook me, rattled my body from my head to my toes and then I flew apart, shattering while his mouth continued to make me feel oh so good. Then it became too much and I couldn’t control my limbs and Baz kept up steady strokes of his tongue on my clit. “Baz,” I panted out to get his attention.

  “I’m not done with you yet,” he growled and stood, pulling my legs until they hung off the bed and spinning me like a rag doll. “How long this lasts depends on how fast you come.”

  Though upside down I watched, fascinated as he undressed but kept his gaze on my tits as he did it. Deciding to do a little teasing of my own, I let one hand snake between my legs and watched his gaze track my hand as it landed on my clit, the flicking motion making me swell, the sound of the moisture making his cock grow. Then he was gloriously naked and stroking his cock and my mouth watered. Baz smiled when I licked my lips and stood in front of me, his cock in licking distance so I did just that.

  “Open up Trina.”

  I obeyed his command and his cock filled my mouth as his bodyweight pressed me into the bed and then his mouth was there again, slurping at my pussy as he fucked my mouth. Filling me deliciously from both ends all I could do was use my mouth to make him groan, make his hips change their speed and depth. With his cock in my mouth it took no time at all for another orgasm to tear through me, spearing my throat with his thick length.

  “Fuck, that mouth feels even better than I remember.” I could hear the smile in his voice as he stood again, thrusting a few more times down my throat before stepping back.

  “Where are you going?”

  “I’m about to be balls deep inside you. Any objections?”

  Hell no. “None.” I spun and opened my legs obscenely wide, loving the way his green eyes flared with desire at the sight of my pussy. I cried out when he filled me in one quick thrust and froze, letting his cock pulse and thicken inside me. “Baz.”

  “Fuck Trina, you feel so good.”

  “Move, please.” I urged him, digging my heels into his ass.

  “The sound of you begging for my cock makes me so fucking hard, Sweetness.”

  I smiled up at him. “Then please Baz. Fuck me.”

  “All you had to do was ask.” He slid out and lifted my legs higher, sliding deeper with the new angle and every thought flew from my mind except the feel of his hard cock pounding into me, stretching me out. Hard and fast, he fed his cock into me over and over, the sounds of my pleasure and slick skin smacking together, igniting a raw hunger in him that I’d never experienced.

  He gave everything and I did the same in return, raking my nails down his back as he drove deeper and deeper, growling when I licked up his neck and then bit down on his shoulder. “Fuuuck!”

  His hips moved at warp speed, reminding me of the last time we made love, the time that we conceived Jack and the past merged with the present as I flew into a million tiny pieces, squeezing and milking him as his last strokes came with more force, more passion than the previous ones. “Oh Baz, yes!”

  Moments later he followed me over the edge, freezing deep inside me, jerking out his orgasm and collapsing beside me. Holding me close. “Damn that was…,”

  “Yeah. It was,” I told him and swiped my tongue across his hard, flat nipple. “You still can’t move in.”

  He laughed. “I already have.”

  “It wouldn’t set a good example for Jack and worse, it’ll get his hopes up that we’re getting back together.” I knew having him around would provide additional protection but I had to think about Jack. About me. My heart.

  Baz flipped our positions and pinned me underneath him, grinding his cock against my swollen folds. “This isn’t about us Sweetness but make no mistake, there is an us. There will be an us,” he punctuated his words with a thrust of his hips, making it hard to concentrate which was his plan. “Soon,” he growled and dotted kisses across my neck, my jaw. My mouth. “But this is about keeping you both safe. I’m highly motivated, uniquely qualified for the job. So, say yes Trina.”

  “No.”

  Licking his lips hypnotically he moved his hips so his cock stamped right on my clit, drawing a satisfied hiss from me. “I can make you say yes.”

  “You can try,” I told him around a moan, locking my legs low on his back. His huge cock slipped inside me and he groaned.

  “I fully plan to try,” he pulled his hips back and slammed in. Deep. “And I plan to succeed.” He did it again. “But this is about keeping you and our son safe.” And again. “And I know that’s what you want above all else.”

  Dammit he was right.

  Still, I let him spend the next few hours wringing an enthusiastic yes from me.

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sp; ***

  “Oh. My. God. Are you serious?” Talon’s big silver eyes were wild and wide with excitement. “You’re Teagan Chantilly?”

  I nodded with a shy smile. I so rarely shared my romance author alter ego with anyone and these women were all fans. Big fans. “That’s the name I’ve used to publish my books.”

  Minx and Kyla both squealed, drawing odd looks from some of the guys and a few other tables filled with people I hadn’t yet met. “You must have the greatest fuckin’ sex life on the planet,” Kyla said with confidence.

  I shook my head, smiling and wondering how in the hell I’d let Baz and Jack convince me spending the Fourth of July with his motorcycle gang was a good idea. “Not much, really. I’ve had quite a few first dates and one relationship that lasted long enough for him to meet my son. Mostly this is fantasy.” And a lot was memory but I couldn’t possibly share that with these women. Not yet. “Anyway, I’d appreciate it if you could keep my secret. I worry about how Jack’s friends and their parents would react if they knew.”

  “Your secret is safe with us,” Trudy assured me. “Now, where’s my Kindle?” She laughed.

  “Girl you have no idea how lucky Mick got during my first pregnancy because of your books. I swear I think I got pregnant with my second while I was still pregnant with my first,” Talon joked, fanning her flawless face.

  Hearing how much people loved my books always thrilled me, but especially these women who I figured would likely become good friends in the months to come. “Then I’d love it if you ladies could spare a few nights a year to be my beta readers.”

  Talon nodded enthusiastically while Minx asked when the next book would be ready. “All I can do now is read so I’m your girl.”

  I smiled in gratitude and wondered if I could pick their brains about some of the things on my mind. “I was wondering—”

  “Hey ladies, how’s it going?” Cash strolled up looking boyishly handsome as he pressed a kiss to his wife’s cheek. “How you doin’ babe?”