Retribution: A Motorcycle Club Romance

by Valentine, Sienna

  “Fair enough,” said Ghost. He took a drink and wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. “So, how you feelin’, sport? Get that grumpiness dug out yet?”

  “You’re such a poet,” said Will. “And I’m feeling better, yes. Thanks.”

  “You were a grade-A jagweed there for a while, man. And that’s my thing,” said Ghost, sticking a thumb in his own chest. “Glad to see you feeling like yourself again.”

  “Glad to be feeling like myself again.”

  “So, where’s your little girlfriend?”

  Will swallowed his beer and gave a small shake of his head. “I’m not so sure about the future of that.” He looked down at the hands wrapped around his beer bottle. “She didn’t exactly meet me at a positive time in my life.”

  “Yeah, but she knows that, doesn’t she? And she liked you anyway. I think she helped this along.”

  Will crooked an eyebrow at him. “Are you trying to give me romantic advice, Ghost?”

  Ghost’s face twisted into an expression of mock outrage. “What the shit is that supposed to mean? I’m not a man? I don’t have a heart just because I’m amazing at killing things?”

  Will rolled his eyes with a laugh and punched Ghost in the arm. He listened to Ghost ramble on in his dramatic, pretend offense as more members of the MC started to trickle in for the Friday night meeting and subsequent party in the den. So many people were coming in and out that the sound of the door opening had faded into the background, along with the music from the jukebox, and the competitive jostling from Jase and Bones at the pool table.

  Will started pulling up beers as new arrivals came in. When he stood up, Eva stood in the big wide doorway that connected the den with the main hallway. She looked like a vision from some nostalgic painting of Americana. Her slender frame was draped by a pastel pink dress, tied neatly around her waist with a matching belt. Her soft, thin brown hair fell in gentle curls at the cut of her chin, freshly washed and brushed. She wore a thin, white cardigan over her shoulders on this chilly evening, and her hands fidgeted at her waist as she gazed into the big den full of bikers, her eyes wide, but unafraid.

  Will froze for a moment. She didn’t look real, standing there in all her color and softness in the midst of everything that wasn’t. Her beauty didn’t belong here, and yet Will couldn’t have been happier to see it again. He felt bursts of emotion run through his skin as he stared at her, soaking in every inch as she searched the room for his face.

  “Whoa…” said Ghost from his seat suddenly, halting his annoying fake monologue. He was looking at Eva, too. “I mean… whoa. She’s like a cupcake come to life.”

  Will put his beer down and gave Ghost a stern look. “Behave?”

  “I wanna eat her right up.”

  “Ghost.”

  “I’m serious. You better be able to get around that bar faster than I can get off this stool.” Ghost started chugging his beer and held up his fingers in a slow, awkward countdown as he drank. Will just shook his head and slapped the back of Ghost’s as he came out from behind the bar and walked by.

  Will felt his heart start to race as he walked up Eva. When she spotted him, her face immediately lit up in a smile that crinkled her eyes and sent a heated flush through her skin. He saw her jaw drop a little when he stopped before her.

  Eva stared deep into his eyes, like she was searching for something. “Wow, I… I came here to check and see if you were doing okay, but I can see already… you look like a different man.”

  Will flushed with a rare feeling of self-consciousness, smiling downward. He took his big right hand and grasped the middle of Eva’s fidgeting fingers, holding them there in a warm, tight embrace. She wrapped her hands around his lovingly, her small fingers curled and rubbing in little strokes.

  “I hope not so different,” said Will. “I’m sorry I haven’t reached out to you. What you saw in me…” He shook his head. “I figured you’d never want to see me again.”

  Eva smiled softly at him. She put a palm up to his face and caressed his cheek, and Will felt his stomach flutter. “I did see some darkness,” she agreed slowly. “But I think I also saw a true glimpse of who you are, Will. And I think that’s the man who is standing in front of me right now.”

  “I wish you didn’t have to see me like that,” said Will. “I know I was already deep in before you arrived, but I still wish… I still wish I could take it back.” He squeezed her hands. “It was old pain I was fighting, but a new danger that was real. I only wanted to protect you. You believe that, right?”

  Eva nodded. “I do. And you did, Will. You protected us. You made the difference. I’m glad the wolf in you was there when we needed it.” She smiled a little. “Coriolanus wasn’t all wrong…”

  Will returned her grin. She’s really not afraid. She’s like a queen. My queen.

  She looked down like she was gathering her courage. “You’ve made a difference to me. A big difference. I know I don’t really fit into your world here and… and I understand if your interest isn’t the same… but I just wanted you to know that you made me feel more alive than I’ve ever felt. And I’ve had enough of being alone, and enough of being careful, for a fucking lifetime.”

  Will raised his eyebrows at her curse, and couldn’t help but smile. It made Eva blush.

  “I just mean… I liked spending time with you, and for more reasons than just your dick,” she said with a mischievous smile that made Will ache with lust. “So if you wanted to keep spending time together, maybe try and see what we’re like without a bounty hanging over our heads, I think I would like that.”

  Will smiled so big, his face muscles hurt. He leaned down and rested his forehead on Eva’s, whispering, “You really would?”

  Eva nodded under his face, and planted a tiny, heartbreaking kiss on his lips.

  “My life isn’t always as insane as last week, but it’s also not boring. Are you sure you want that kind of trouble?”

  Eva smiled. “Are you kidding?” She reached a hand out and ran it across his abs, under his cut, and around his back. Will groaned as even this touch made his lust start boiling for her. “I’m done being jealous of my books. I want some adventures of my own.”

  Will wrapped his hand around her waist and pulled her into him. “I think I can help with that.” He cupped her jaw and ran a soft thumb across her pale skin before he leaned his lips into hers, kissing her with slow, deliberate passion as she clung to him tighter.

  It was only a few seconds before the men in the room erupted into ludicrous cat-calls, whistles, and howling as they watched Will and Eva kiss. They tried to ignore it, but the longer they did, the louder everyone became until he and Eva both broke down into embarrassed laughter as the MC got riled up. Sometimes, Will forgot how much of himself he kept hidden from the people in his life—this was the first time the MC had ever seen him with a woman who wasn’t just a casual fuck.

  “Well done, sir!” Jase clapped from the pool table.

  Will shook his head and looked down at Eva with apologetic eyes. “Welcome to the jungle, I suppose.”

  “If Will’s going monogamous, tell the house ladies I’m taking his spot as the club’s sex-crazed maniac,” said Ghost, raising his beer in the air. “To my dick, and all its future successes!” Before he could take a drink, someone threw an empty beer can at him, making him spill his beer with a curse.

  Will shot Eva a glance, worried about how she’d react to Ghost’s mention of his prior sex life, but Eva surprised him again by laughing full and loud, with only a little embarrassment on her flushed cheeks. She tucked her head against Will’s chest and he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer, planting a kiss on top of her head as he led her into the den to make introductions.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Bestselling author Sienna Valentine grew up in Canada and still lives there, spending her time reading and writing. Steamy romance has always been her favorite genre, and now finds that the only thing more satisfying than dre
aming up her fantasies in the first place, is writing them down and being able to share them with others.

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  ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

  I would to thank all of my wonderful readers who have given me a chance to live my dream of writing for a living. I hope that each book I write is better than the last so that I never disappoint you.

  I would also like to thank my ARC and Beta readers that were very helpful in pointing out issues that my own eyes passed over after multiple edits. It’s so helpful having a group of wonderful women that are eager to read my sometimes unfinished and unpolished work and give me constructive feedback. You are all very patient and I appreciate every one of you!

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  Fighting for Salvation

  Trust

  Silver and Chrome (coming in October)

  Excerpt From Slade

  SLADE

  ~ PROLOGUE ~

  Slade

  “Slade, wait… I’m a virgin.”

  That’s what Iris said to me two months ago, when we were in the same position then—only that first time, her ass wasn’t on the kitchen counter of her parents’ pool house. Our parents’ pool house.

  The first time we’d fucked had been in her bed, still made up in frilly comforters and pillows and being watched by the stuffed animals on her shelves. You would’ve never guessed Iris Walker was eighteen years old. Not by the way she still clung to her innocence like it was her very own lifeboat.

  Maybe that was what lust was to her—a deep, dark ocean just waiting to swallow her up. Maybe I was the shark circling her little raft, and she’d been chumming the waters with her creamy thighs, her raven hair, but most of all, those smoking-hot lips of hers.

  Whenever she wrapped ‘em around a straw and puckered, I damn near saw God. They were so full, so succulent, like ripe peach flesh just dying for me to take a bite. She’d sweep her tongue across them every so often, a little pink dart of motion that always drew my attention, always beckoned me to steal a glance at her big, innocent brown eyes and sultry pout.

  She was sex on two very long legs, and she didn’t even know it. She was also my stepsister.

  And that was exactly why I had to get inside her.

  It took months. Months of teasing. Months of half-joking innuendos and smoldering glares as I passed her in the halls of the house we both shared. Ever since my father had married her whore mother, Iris and I had been trapped together like two animals in the same cage. Proximity could be dangerous, and I was going to make damn sure Iris felt every ounce of the danger she was in the longer she shared my cage.

  I was leaving soon. I was headed to Harvard at twenty-one, young, dumb, and full of cum, but also a goddamn genius. That was what everyone had always called me, anyway. Especially my mom, the saint of a woman my father had promptly forgotten all about the moment he caught sight of Ms. Evelyn Walker.

  Call me Evie, she’d said the first time we’d met, when my father brought her to the same house Mom died in and wanted me to shake this strange woman—this homewrecker’s hand. Call me Evie. Yeah, right. Like I was ever gonna call her anything other than Evelyn, the Harpy, Evelyn, the Interloper, Evelyn, the Bitch Who Stuck Her Nose Where It Didn’t Belong.

  How Iris had come out of that was beyond me. Kellan, too, her little brother—thirteen and all smiles and smart as a whip—he was a good kid. He was always looking at me, watching what I did. I liked basketball, so now he’d started to play. I was good at Call of Duty, so he’d begged his mom to get him the game so he could be just as good as me. I tried to set a good example for him, praising his good grades and making a big deal out of how great it was to go to medical school. “Don’t let any assholes ever tell you A’s are for nerds,” I’d say, and he’d nod, eyes bright as I helped him with his homework. That kid was going places, and I wanted to make sure he had someone he could look to for how to get there.

  Which was why I kind of felt bad about leading my stepsister on.

  Because what I told her was that it was love. That I couldn’t get her off my mind in a romantic sort of way. That ever since I’d lain eyes on my eighteen-year-old stepsister with the body of a twenty-five-year-old supermodel, I’d been smitten.

  And poor Iris, with her stuffed teddies and her never-been-touched, blushing cheeks—she’d believed me. She’d bought the fantasy I was selling. Hook, line, and sinker.

  But it was for the greater good. I just couldn’t tell her that.

  Not then, when she’d looked at me with wide eyes and her heart in her throat, telling me she was a virgin and to take it slow, and we’d fumbled with each other’s clothes and knocked teeth when we kissed.

  And not now, either, with her up on the kitchen counter, her legs spread, toned thighs quivering, her bikini bottom on the floor and her tits pulled out of her top.

  “Slade, wait… I’m a virgin,” she’d said two months ago.

  Today, all she said was, “Hurry up and cum for me, Slade, before Mom and Dad get home.”

  I pushed up inside her in one long, pulsating stroke, perfectly content to take my time. Iris was more than just a hot body now. She’d learned a lot in the past couple months, and I’d learned that I was a damn good teacher. I’d seen her plump lips wrapped around my tip more times than I could count, and now when I plunged to fruition inside of her, she knew how to roll those hips and make me groan.

  She was doing that now, urging me to finish, to leave all evidence of our forbidden lust inside her. Sweet, innocent Iris was on birth control now—I’d convinced her it was easier for both of us that way. No condoms to hide. Just my stepsister strutting around with a warm, creamy center.

  That thought alone almost made me pop. Christ, I had to chill. I had to make it last. Because if everything went according to plan, then this would be the last time I got to fuck her.

  Goddamn, some part of me was gonna miss this.

  “I’m almost there,” I assured her through gritted teeth, leaning back a little to watch my dick speed in and out of her. I was covered in her desire. Iris had a hair-trigger, and she’d already gotten off multiple times, soaking the counter and me in the process. When my tip left the clinging wetness of her core, it made this popping sound I just couldn’t resist. Normally I’d have lost it right then and there, but the way my stepsister was digging her nails into my chest was killing me.

  “Watch the tattoos,” I whispered. They were new and they were sore, and when Iris grasped them, they burned like hellfire. Which, given what we were doing, was awfully fitting.

  “Sorry,” she moaned, leaning her head back so the damp curtain of her hair tumbled down her shoulders. I kissed the swan-like curve of her throat and she panted for me, her tits bouncing with the effort. Keep it cool, Slade. You can’t finish yet. Still got a few minutes…

  “You’re close, Slade. I can feel it.” I drew back and her gaze met mine, hazy from her most recent orgasm. Her lips were swollen too, puffy and red, first from sucking my cock, then from my mouth on hers, stifling her moans and screams. “Cum inside me, baby. Please. Someone’s gonna catch us…”

  Of course they are. That’s the point, Iris. But if she’d known that—if she knew this was all just a way to piss off my dad and put my brand new stepmom in her place—she never would’ve let me inside her. And that would’ve been a shame, because then I wouldn’t have known that turning a virgin into a succubus was a very worthwhile pursuit.

  I couldn’t tell her the plan. Instead, I reached down between us and jiggled my thumb against that little bud I knew would send her over the edge again in no tim
e.

  Iris’ eyes widened. Her breath caught. “Oh, Slade. I can’t take it…” She raked her nails over me again and I just barely twitched out of range before she drew blood from my tattoo again. “I’m gonna…”

  “Scream,” I told her, pumping in harder, faster, pushing her limits as well as my own. God, she was tight, and the way she writhed all over me was making my toes curl. “It’s our last time together, Iris. At least, for a while. I wanna hear you, baby. C’mon.” I turned the movement of my thumb into something more urgent, a tapping that made her wail. “That’s it. Louder, Iris. Scream for big brother.”

  Yeah, that was nasty. But isn’t all sex, at twenty-one? And anyway, it worked. Shamefully, it turned us both on.

  Iris began to shriek, spreading her legs wider to take the pounding I inflicted. She’d forgotten all about our parents, about what we were doing, about where we were doing it. She forgot how bold we were and how we were damn near out in the open. I could see it in her eyes when she looked up at me, her teeth embedded so deep into her lip that she’d broken the skin: all Iris Walker was thinking about, right at that moment, was cumming on my cock.