by April Lust
“I missed you,” I whisper, and I don’t mean just her body. I see a spark of light in her eyes I haven’t seen with the anxiety of motherhood falling over her. I know what she’s like around Noah; it’s a wonder I managed to pull her away from our little boy.
“Luke, ahh,” she pants when I get some friction going.
So it’s going to be a dry hump
I figure penetration can wait a couple more weeks. She rubs herself on me, and I imagine her clit working away in her underwear. That sore little pink button begging for my fingers, her snatch hugging air—it’s too much, I have to get in there.
“Luke!” Lily’s cry prompts me to crash my mouth over hers. I won’t let anyone rip me from her now. I need this, she needs this, and I damn well am going to give it to us.
I lift the flowing skirt of her lavender bridesmaid’s dress up, crushing the material between our chests, and my fingers find their purchase as they crawl over her soft belly, no longer taut with Noah, to the top elastic of her panties. I drag my hands lower, shifting the underwear aside to assail her clit and cunt.
In and out, I pump fast with two fingers, my thumb flicking her hard button.
Lily’s mouth is hot and wet, and her moans are soft and smothered by my relentless lips and tongue.
When she short wires from her orgasm, I have to hold her back to the wall. Lily jerks with her pulses, her snatch slurping my fingers up. I keep fingering her until she’s spent, listless and happy, in my arms.
“Oh, Luke,” she whispers against my mouth, her lips puffy from my punishing kisses.
Making her appropriate, I smooth her skirt and peck her mouth, a grin pulling my own. Very slowly I raise my fingers coated with her juices to my mouth. I drag her scent under my nose and then suck my digits dry. Popping them out, I kiss her again, let her have a taste of herself.
I’m still hard, but I’m prepared to let her take us home and then once Noah’s asleep, she can allow me to stroke myself to the sight of her naked glory spread out on our sheets.
What I don’t expect is Lily’s eagerness to return the favor so soon.
“Sweetheart,” I start, ready to tell her I’ve got it handled, but she makes quick work of my zipper and draws my steely erection out to the open.
In her crouch in front of me, Lily licks the tip of my cock, sucks my raging red glans in and releases me with a pop before her tongue drags over my slit and she takes me in deep. She slurps me in, her mouth a vacuum, her hands goading my taut balls.
It’s not long before I bathe her mouth with my seed, and Lily swallows, sucking me dry, squeezing my balls until she’s sure I’m satisfied for now. Releasing my half-hard cock from her mouth, she stands and wipes the back of her hand over her glistening lips.
She’s come a long way from the girl who sputtered out my semen after we learned she was pregnant ten months back.
We kiss again, and now that we can both think straight, I jump into the reason I lured her out her. But I go down on one knee to do it.
Realization slowly flowers on Lily’s face. She clamps both hands over her mouth, watching as I draw a ring box from my pocket. The princess-cut pink diamond with its white gold band is raised for her taking, but she waits until I pluck it out and I hold her hand, angling the ring onto its new, pale and slim throne.
“Will you marry me, Lily Erickson? Let me be the father to all your children and the husband of your dreams?”
I have no speech, so I hope my heart will do.
“Yes,” Lily gasps, her response, her attention jumping from her new, very special jewelry to me.
As I stand, she throws herself into my arms and I have to grab her quickly before she takes us to the floor. Not a bad place to be with Lily, but I want to be upright for this moment.
Neither of us can concentrate for the rest of the evening at the reception. Lily and I decide to keep it under wraps for Kerry and Russ. It’s their big day.
Lily says we need a year to prepare, but I could marry her tomorrow. She’s not just an alibi and hasn’t been for a long time now. She’s real and she’s mine.
THE END
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Wild Ink: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Devil’s Horns MC) (Devil’s Desires Book 3)
I’ll screw her ‘til she learns to do as I say.
She’s sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong.
So it’s time to teach her a lesson – the way only an outlaw biker can.
I don’t give a damn if her daughter’s missing.
This is club business – and that means I’m in charge.
GRANT
Sometimes, running an outlaw motorcycle club means getting your hands a little dirty.
Thankfully, I know a thing or two about that.
I’ve killed enough men and f**ked enough women to fill the entire Devil’s Horns MC clubhouse with their bodies.
And I’ve got the jagged scars and furious exes to prove it.
But this mission is a little bit different.
One of our prospects has disappeared without a trace.
He should know better.
You can’t back out of joining this club.
Once you’re bearing our brand, there’s only one way out – in a coffin.
I go looking for the little snot to teach him a lesson about loyalty.
Then I came across something I never expected.
Turns out our missing prospect had a girlfriend.
And the girl’s mother is desperate for a sign of her adopted daughter.
She’s on their trail, too.
And she thinks she can jab her finger in my chest and pry answers out of me.
But I don’t take kindly to that kind of treatment.
And I’m prepared to handle the situation – violently.
Because in my experience, there’s only one thing you can do with an angry mare like Victoria:
Pin her down and break her.
VICTORIA
He thinks I’m scared of him.
I can’t let him know he’s right.
Deep down, I’ve been terrified of Grant Reardon since the second I met his eyes.
It’s obvious he’s a sinner and a playboy.
That just comes with the biker territory.
But Grant is something else, too, something more than that.
He’s a stone-cold killer, and he’s warning me to stay away.
But I can’t.
My daughter is missing, and I’ll move heaven and earth to find her.
I’ll do whatever it takes.
Knock on any door.
Chase down any lead.
And, if the bad boy biker demands it…
I’ll fall to my knees and give him everything he wants.
But Grant knows more than he’s letting on.
And sometimes, the truth you’re desperately seeking is lying closer than you ever expected.
Reckless Ink: A Motorcycle Club Romance (The Twisted Saints MC) (Devil’s Desires Book 2)
I’ll brand her so the world knows she’s mine.
Fk the consequences. Fk the rules.
I’ve found what I was looking for:
The perfect woman to claim and corrupt.
And I won’t rest until she’s bearing my ink.
HAMMER
My plan to rob her daddy was simple.
Get in and get out.
But when I saw those begging eyes and that curvy, perfect body…
Things got a little more complicated.
I have plenty of notches on my belt.
Plenty of satisfied women, sent home moaning and sore.
But this girl is different.
It won’t be enough to take her to my bed.
It won’t be enough to hear her scream
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No, this time around, I need complete and utter dominance.
I have to own her.
And I won’t rest until every son of a b!tch in the whole d*mn country knows that she belongs to me.
Sure as hell won’t be easy, though.
Because Maggie isn’t just any broad.
She’s the daughter of the city’s most powerful Mafia capo…
Who’s also the man I’m about to rob blind.
The stakes might be high, but that’s the way I like ‘em.
I want to ride out:
For blood and glory.
For club and kutte.
For fighting and f*king and taking whatever I dmn well please.
Starting with her.
MAGGIE
I’m fighting tooth and nail to avoid the fate my father has set out for me.
He’s used to treating the women in his life like objects, like bargaining chips.
I guess that comes with the mob boss territory.
But I refuse to be bought and sold.
I won’t let him marry me off to some creepy, disgusting mafioso.
I’m going to get the hell out of this family, this city, this life.
I want open roads and freedom.
And I’ve just found the man who will take me there.
But he wants something in exchange.
Not just my body.
Not just my heart.
He wants to own me from head to toe, inside and out.
And he wants to brand me so I can look at my skin and remember, every day and every night…
That I belong to him.
Lawless Ink: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Lightning Bolts MC)
I broke the law to buy her.
And I’ll break every other rule in the book to make her do what I want:
Share my bed.
Wear my ring.
And bear the ink that marks her as MINE.
DANE
I crossed the line.
I know that.
But godd*mn, she was impossible to resist.
Under the spotlights on a stage she never belonged anywhere near…
With cruel, hungry men wagering to own her…
I came out on top.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I knew from the second I laid eyes on her – she was meant for me.
And none of these other outlaw scum would get the chance to touch her.
I bought the girl from the auction, even though the laws of my club and my own conscience told me not to.
I owned her – bent over my bed and on my bike and in every place imaginable – until she knew damn well who she belonged to now.
But actions have consequences.
And we’re about to pay the price.
MICHELLE
I thought this was all a sick joke.
No normal man would actually buy a woman from a stage.
But Dane is far from normal.
He’s a biker who lives by his own rules, consequences be damned.
And he’s about to show me what it’s like to truly live wild and free.
I didn’t ask for this much terror.
I don’t deserve it.
But something deep inside me is whispering the same word, over and over again…
SUBMIT.
The Enforcer’s Baby: A Bad Boy Mafia Secret Baby Romance (O'Donnell Mafia)
I swore I’d protect my dead brother’s baby.
KILLIAN
My world ended when my brother died in my arms.
Before he slipped away, I made him a promise:
I’d look after his woman…
And his unborn baby.
But that was just the beginning of my nightmare.
My father blames me for my brother’s death.
And he kicks me out of the family business, under penalty of death.
Exiled from the only home I’ve ever known, how can I fulfill my oath?
His woman needs to know I didn’t kill him.
I loved him…
And I’ll do whatever it takes to hunt down his murderer.
HEATHER
He killed my baby’s father.
…Or did he?
Killian is the black sheep of the O’Donnell crime family.
He murdered his brother…
The man who put his baby in my belly.
And then he ran away in shame.
At least, that’s what I used to think.
But what if it was all a lie?
What if someone else is responsible?
What if Killian was wrongly accused?
I’m carrying his brother’s child.
Now, Killian swears that I’m his to protect.
We belong to him, he claims.
Whether or not I like it.
His to Protect: Midnight Riders MC
I’ll keep her safe as long as she keeps me satisfied.
I don’t need a wife.
I’ve got my bike, my motorcycle club…
And the random club girls who warm my bed at night.
What else could a real man want?
But Alena keeps sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong.
She’s persistent… too persistent.
She wants answers to questions that shouldn’t be asked.
And she thinks I’m the man who will give her what she wants.
I’m definitely that man – but not the way she thinks.
Alena doesn’t know it yet, but what she wants is to be dominated by an alpha like me.
She wants to be choked by my hands…
Cuffed to my bed…
And filled with my babies.
Lucky for her, I’d be more than happy to oblige.
But what I didn’t expect is for Alena to become more than a notch on my bedpost.
She’s stirring up feelings I buried deep a long time ago.
And causing drama that would best be left alone.
I didn’t ask for a family.
But now that I have one…
I’ll kill to protect what’s mine.
Forbidden: Berserkers MC
SHE’S GOING TO PAY FOR WHAT SHE DID.
I left jail with murder on my mind.
I wanted to kill the woman who’d betrayed me.
But then I came home to a brutal surprise:
She’s sleeping with my enemy.
All of a sudden, the plan changes.
Death’s too good for her.
I’m gonna get her back in my bed.
I’m gonna put a baby in her belly.
And then I’m gonna break her f**king heart.
Forsaken: The Punishers MC
I BOUGHT HER TO SAVE HER. BUT I MIGHT HAVE DOOMED US BOTH.
She looked like an angel on that auction block.
Perfect for a devil like me.
I came here to kill my enemies or die trying.
But I can’t pass up the chance to claim her.
This started off as a suicide mission.
But now that I have something to live for…
I’ll do whatever it takes to get us both out alive.
The Outlaw’s Bride: Skullbreakers MC
I’LL KEEP HER SAFE. I’LL KEEP HER CLOSE. AND I’LL KILL ANY OTHER MAN WHO TOUCHES HER.
She should have stayed in my past.
But now that she’s back…
I’m going to make sure she never leaves again.
I might seem cruel.
Or overprotective.
But if there’s one thing I’ve learned in this world, it’s this:
You gotta find what you love and hold it close.
She got away once.
Never, ever again.
Because when I learn what she took with her, I explode.
No one – NO ONE – hides my son from me.
It seems I’ve got to teach pretty little Angel a lesson or two.
This won’t be the sweet reunion she might’ve been expecting.
Because I’m an outlaw.
And when you’re my bride… you’re playing by my rules.
The Biker’s Bride: Bloody Saints MC
THE RING ON HER FINGER MEANS SHE’S MINE – AND NO ONE ELSE CAN TOUCH HER.
Messing with her is messing with me.
And no man survives a mistake like that.
Lay a finger on her and I’ll break it in half.
That’s a motherf**king promise.
She tried to put me in my place.
So I put her in hers:
Bent over my bed with her dress hiked up and her hair pinned back.
I make her say the truth out loud:
She belongs to me now.
And by the time I’m done, she knows it, too.
But hearing it isn’t enough.
Only seeing is truly believing.
So by the time all this is over, I’m gonna claim her in the purest way I know how:
With my ring on her finger.
The thing is, that depends on keeping us both alive.
I’ve got enemies, and they’ll do whatever they can to hurt me.
Even if it’s by hurting her.
She’ll have to get used to living on the edge.
That’s what comes with being a biker’s bride.
The Devil’s Bride: Hell Brothers MC
My city. My club. My rules. And she’ll be MY bride… whether she likes it or not.
She needed my protection.
Guess what, sweetheart?
It’s gonna cost you everything.
She came to me, bleeding and scared.
They tried to hurt her.
But if they pull that stunt again, I’ll bury every last one of those sons of b**ches.
Because she belongs to me now.
That’s the deal we struck.
She gives me her body.
I’ll give her safety.
I don’t care if she thinks I’m Satan.
Hell, she might be right.
But by the time I’m done, she’ll be the devil’s bride.
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