Soulless (Lawless #2)

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by T. M. Frazier


  “We?” Ti asked.

  “We,” I confirmed, and then I filled her in on the conversation I’d had with the brothers in the yard.

  Ti smiled. “You have a club again,” she said, beaming up at me. Her reaction took me off guard. She seemed happy that I might find my way back into club life, when I thought it would be the last fucking thing she’d ever want.

  I shook my head. “I wouldn’t go that far. I can’t. I don’t trust them anymore,” I admitted. “I’m not trying to run a mutiny. I’m still not a Bastard.” I paused, searching my brain for the right way to explain what I was trying to do. “This is more like banding together for the sake of revenge.” I told Ti the story of what happened to the BBBs and she gasped, covering her mouth with her hand.

  “Holy shit,” she said, wrapping her arms around me.

  The moment was interrupted when something with fur flew past us in a blur into the grove.

  “What the fuck was that?” I asked.

  “My dog?” Ti asked, squinting against the sun.

  “You have a dog?”

  “His name is Pancakes. Rage named him although I wanted to call him Muffin, or maybe Donut,” she said watching the spot where he’d just disappeared.

  At the mention of donut my thoughts immediately went back to Deputy Dangley Arm. “We’ll talk about the dog later. Right now you just need to listen.” My anger started to boil again. “I told you to trust me, didn’t I?” I asked, squeezing her arms a little too tightly.

  Her eyes snapped to mine. “Yes, and I did trust you. I’m here, aren’t I?” she asked. Her defensiveness only egged me on more.

  “You weren’t here when I found you in town with that lawman’s tongue down your fucking throat,” I spat, and as I remembered looking through the windshield and seeing him practically on top of her, the anger I felt washed over me all over again. I pulled her closer.

  “Bear, let me go!”

  “No,” I growled. “No broken arms next. Next time I break his fucking neck.”

  Ti pulled back again and this time I let her go. “I went there to help you! Bucky kissed me, but I didn’t kiss him back. Deal with it! If you can’t handle it or if you don’t believe me you…you can go fuck yourself!” she said, staring me down. Challenging me. Taunting me.

  I fucking love this girl.

  It was with those words that my anger and lust finally broke free. Any sort of control I thought I had shattered in an instant.

  “I’d rather fuck you,” I said, my own voice rumbling in my chest. Reaching behind her neck, I threaded my fingers up through her crazy pink hair, yanked her face to mine, and crushed my lips to hers.

  MINE

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Thia

  Kissing Bear was like getting a taste of a drug I needed to survive, a drug I’d gone without for way too long. I’d grown weak without it. Desperate. With one press of his lips to mine I went from being a junkie on the streets to a rock star, high on a drug I’d never planned on quitting in the first place.

  Bear moved from my lips to my jaw, “You’re here, Ti,” he murmured when he reached my ear, his lips tickling my skin as he spoke like he still couldn’t quite believe it. He then licked and sucked the sensitive skin behind my ear, nipping it with his teeth. I gasped. He chuckled. I felt all of it deep in my core. “And you’re real. All the things I’ve waited so long to say are fucking useless sentences lost in the back of my mind somewhere, because the only thing I can think about right now is how much I need to be inside you again. How much I need to FUCK you,” Bear said, slowly emphasizing the word FUCK. His words sent a flush of wetness between my legs, my body unaware of any prior argument. Its only awareness was of Bear and what he was doing to me and my body. “This little fucking dress,” Bear said. He reached down and ran his warm palm up the side of my thigh, starting at my knee he, lifting the hem up to my hip along the way, and settling his hand on my ass.

  His blue eyes darkened to a glistening black. The air around us changed, growing thicker, heavier, charged with energy.

  I shook my head, trying to remember my train of thought. Trying to remember why I was so angry at the beautiful creature who at that moment only wanted the exact thing I wanted. So why couldn’t I just let this go and give in? “I may love you, Abel McAdams,” I said, breathlessly, using his real name for the first time, “but I am no fucking pushover. So don’t you ever pull that shit again. I won’t be able to take it. I won’t be able to—”

  Bear cut me off. “Shut up.”

  I wanted to be angry. I wanted to lash out at him and give him the verbal beating I’d planned the entire drive back in the truck but had somehow forgot. The last thing I wanted was for his demand to shut up to make me want to grab him by the beard and yank his face between my legs. I tried the anger route one last time, closing my eyes for a moment in an attempt to break free of the lust-fog that had taken over. I stomped my foot on the ground and took a deep breath and kept my eyes shut. “You can’t just tell me to—”

  “Shut up,” Bear repeated again.

  My eyes sprang open to find him gazing down at me, his eyelids heavy, his breathing erratic. Without thinking, I reached out and ran the pad of my thumb over the line of freckles under his eyes and much to my surprise he closed his eyes and leaned into my touch. He grabbed my hand and brought my thumb to his mouth, briefly sucking on the tip.

  My nipples hardened, begging to be touched.

  “Bear,” I started again, desperate to say my peace.

  “Fuck me,” Bear said.

  “What?” I asked like I hadn’t heard him, but I had. Loud and clear. My body had too, every part of me impossibly turned on and aching for relief from the torturous arousal Bear had ignited. My core clenched and I pressed my lips together, trying not to give away how affected I was by him.

  “You heard me. I know you did,” Bear said, slowly, seductively. He tucked a wayward strand of hair behind my ear. “But just in case you didn’t, I don’t mind saying it again.” He dipped in close, his lips brushing against mine when he said, “fuck me,” again.

  My hands, with minds of their own, slid from his face down his chest, landing on the ridges of his defined abs. “Or better yet,” he said, craning his neck to suck my earlobe. “I’ll fuck you. We’ll fuck each other. Doesn’t really matter, baby. I’ve been thinking of nothing else but fucking you in every position invented for six long fucking months and I’m not about to let anything get in my way, not even that smart mouth of yours.”

  I hadn’t even realized we were moving until my back hit the side of the house and I was trapped between the wall and the heat of his hard, shirtless body. “I’ve fucking missed you,” he said, his voice raspy and deep. “So fucking much.” He rubbed his nose against mine then trailed it down my neck, sending shivers down my back and need between my legs as if he’d already touched me there. “So that’s what I’m gonna do. I’m gonna fuck you, baby. I’m gonna make you come harder than you’ve ever come before.” Bear rocked his hips against me like he was sealing the promise, his hardness prodding against my stomach.

  Bear continued fucking me with his words. “That dress you’re wearing makes me want to push my cock between your fucking tits.” His erratic breathing became harder and faster. “I can see your hard nipples.” He licked his lips. “Are you thinking about me tasting them?” He ran his fingertips over the rounded mounds of my breasts, then snaked a finger into the top of my dress, grazing a rough fingertip within millimeters of my nipple.

  Tease.

  Bear pulled back slightly and looked down at me. His gaze was dark. A mixture of lust and pain. His eyebrows knitted together. “It’s been too fucking long since I’ve touched you,” he said, the pad of his thumb finally making contact with the hardened peak of my nipple. As much as I tried to contain myself, I couldn’t. I moaned loudly, and it was as much because of the contact as it was because he quickly removed his hand from my dress, and I immediately wanted it back. He reached down, h
is fingers trailing up my thigh and back into my dress, stopping just short of the edge of my panties.

  “I can feel how hot your pussy is for me and I’m not even touching it yet,” Bear groaned into my neck. “Let’s see if you’re as wet as you are warm.” Pushing the scrap of cotton to the side, he slowly dragged one long finger over my clit and into the wetness between my folds, causing me to buck against him when he traced my inner lips. “Holy shit. You’re so fucking wet, baby. So fucking beautiful,” he said, pulling his finger out and popping it in his mouth and I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. “Fuck, I missed the way you taste,” he said, as if he’d just taken a bite of the most heavenly dessert there was.

  His eyes locked onto mine as he gave his finger one last lick before closing the space between us and crushing his mouth to mine. The second my lips parted and I could taste myself on his tongue I was lost in the sensations of Bear and our connection, which had only grown stronger during our time apart.

  I’d lost the war of words while Bear had clearly won the battle over my body. He pulled back just enough to speak, but not enough to sever the connection of our lips. His tongue still licking and tasting me between words. “We can still fight if you want, fuck knows I’m still angry enough, but if we are, we’re gonna do it with my cock inside your pussy. While I’m filling you. Stretching you. Feeling what’s mine.”

  I shuddered. A full body shudder that was so strong I wouldn’t have been surprised if my teeth started chattering.

  “Let’s go inside,” I suggested on a whisper. He smelled like soap, sweat, cigarettes, and need. The hard lines of his rippling muscles contracted rapidly as he struggled for more air. For more me.

  For more us.

  My breathing matched his as he grabbed the back of my neck and sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, groaning when he released it, pressing his forehead to mine. “There has never ever been anyone like you,” Bear said softly. “You’re it for me, Ti. Don’t ever doubt that. But you’ve been a bad, bad girl.” The corners of his mouth turned upward in a crooked smile, his cock throbbing through his jeans against my belly. My insides ached and throbbed and pulsed, and whatever else they were capable of doing at the anticipation of Bear being inside me again. I wondered what was taking him so long to strip me bare and take me against the fucking wall.

  Bear was as beautiful as he was hard. He was as complex as he was simple. He was both the storm and the calm. The fear and the solace. The rage and the peace.

  My life and my love.

  He was also the biggest fucking tease who was two seconds away from making me explode. “What are you waiting for?” I asked, my chest heaving like I was about to have a heart attack, my nipples so hard they felt as if they were about to fall off. My need dripped embarrassingly down the inside of my thigh.

  Bear lowered his voice. “I was thinking that bad girls who don’t listen should be punished, and that maybe I should make you wait for what you want.”

  Oh hell no.

  I was about to take him up on his original suggestion to keep the fight going while we fucked when he dropped to his knees and dug his fingers painfully into my hips. He lifted my dress, pressed his face between my legs, and inhaled deeply. He licked over my panties, his tongue warm and wet through the fabric. “Your pussy smells like fucking heaven. Never smelt anything so good.”

  “So fuck me,” I said, closing my eyes and leaning further back against the wall. Bear’s hold on my waist was the only thing keeping me upright. He stood back up, parted my thighs with his knee and rocked forward, running his shaft over my clit. “Is this what you want, baby?” he asked playfully. “Maybe you should beg for it.”

  I was painfully aroused, my pussy contracting and clenching around nothing when it should have been massaging Bear’s cock as he drove it in and out of me. I was seconds away from giving Bear what he wanted and begging him to fuck me, but I had a better idea on how to end this game he was playing.

  In a bold move I reached out and palmed his erection through his jeans. Immediately he threw his head back and hissed as he inhaled sharply though clenched teeth. “Fuck,” he groaned, rocking forward into my palm.

  I removed my hand and pushed on his chest, catching him slightly off guard. His step faltered, but he quickly recovered. “What are you doing, little girl?” he asked, his deep vibrating voice massaging me from the inside out, a wicked gleam in his dark eyes.

  I didn’t answer. Instead, I took a step forward and lifted my dress over my head, tossing it to the ground. His gaze darted to my naked chest, and maybe it was the way he was looking at me, or maybe it was the way he licked his plump lower lip and then sucked it into his mouth like he was preparing to swallow me whole.

  Or maybe it was just that I was ready to take what was mine and I was tired of waiting.

  I rolled my nipples between my fingers and Bear’s mouth dropped open. “I missed your perfect tits,” he said, nostrils flaring. Again he dropped to his knees, this time to take a nipple into his mouth and suck. Gently at first and then harder making me gasp. He rolled his tongue over it slowly and then faster and faster, the same way he would when he was licking my clit. I held on to the sides of his head for support, threading my hands through his long hair as he moved from one nipple to the other, leaving each sensitive peak for just enough time for them to turn cold in the warm night air.

  He stood abruptly and kissed me hard. Wrapping his arms around me, he held me tightly against him, almost too tight. It wasn’t just a passionate kiss. It was a message. This was Bear telling me that I was still his. That he wasn’t ever letting me go.

  I snaked my way between us, running my hand down Bear’s stomach. He broke our kiss to look down to where my hand was resting on the waistband of my panties. I watched his expression as I pushed my hand inside and dipped my fingers into my wetness.

  “Fuck,” he said, the control he was so adamant about having moments ago to teach me a lesson was cracking quickly as he watched me push my fingers in and out of the place I needed him most.

  “MMMMMMMMMM,” I moaned and although it felt good it felt nowhere near as good as when it was Bear’s fingers inside of me.

  I was forced to remove my hand from my panties when Bear pushed them down to my ankles. I was completely naked. “So beautiful,” Bear muttered, undoing his belt. I pushed his jeans down over his perfect ass and they fell to the ground. He reached around me and lifted me up into his arms with one hand, pinning me against the wall.

  Instead of impaling me with his cock, which is what I was sure he was going to do, with his free hand he circled my clit with his thumb and inserted two fingers inside my pussy while trailing kisses on my breasts and stomach. With just that little contact, I was already so close to coming and I knew from the pressure building that when I did come, it was going to be explosive. “Do you want to come on my fingers, or my cock, baby?” My pussy clenched around his fingers, approving of the sound.

  “Cock,” I answered on a strangled cry, so close to release my core felt heavy and tight.

  “Good girl,” Bear said, releasing his hold on me just enough so I could slide down and he could align his cock with my entrance.

  There was nothing slow about him entering me. The teasing he’d started earlier was over. There was nothing left but pure animalistic need. In one swift and very hard thrust, he buried himself inside me, the pleasure so great that it bordered on a welcome pain. “This is mine. This has always been mine. I took your virgin pussy and claimed it, now it belongs to me,” he grunted as he fucked me hard and deep.

  Over and over again he thrust furiously, finding a fast rhythm. He’d barely begun when the pressure became so much I began to crack until I was shattering, breaking, falling, convulsing around him in waves. The pulsing was endless as he drove into me harder and harder while I bucked on his cock, riding out the long waves of the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had.

  I was still coming when Bear’s thrusting became erratic and frantic. Faster an
d faster, he pounded into me until I didn’t know if he was pushing in or pulling out. He let out a long, animalistic groan as he stilled, coming deep inside of me, filling me with his release.

  I came down from my orgasm just in time to feel every bit of his as he emptied himself. He fucked me with small shallower thrusts as he rode out his own orgasm.

  “Holy fuck,” Bear said, collapsing to the ground and pulling me on top of him.

  “Yeah,” was all I could manage to say. I was lucky I could still breathe after that.

  We stayed like that, lying in the grass in each others arms for what seemed like forever, yet would never seem like long enough. When he sat up, he pulled me up with him.

  Bear tipped my chin up so I would look at him. The smile on his face reached his eyes, which were lighter and back to their usual blue. “Now we can go inside,” he said, standing up. I reached for my panties but he swatted my hand away. Bear surprised me by hoisting me over his shoulder and walking back toward the front of the house.

  “What are you doing?” I asked, staring at his bare ass as he walked.

  “We’ve fucked. Now it’s time to fight. But then, I’d like to fuck again, so no need for all the clothing bullshit.” And just like when he’d carried me to the truck, he smacked my ass with a loud THWAP.

  “Owe!” I cried out.

  “Don’t be such a little bitch, Ti. I plan on doing more to you tonight then just a few little smacks to the ass.” He carried me up the porch steps and into the house.

  “That’s your dog?” Bear asked, stopping in the doorway. I couldn’t see what he was looking at, being over his shoulder and all, but I assumed he was talking about Pancakes who usually took up residence on the couch when he wasn’t running around the grove.

  “Yep. That’s Pancakes,” I said. Bear set me down and I turned to see Pancakes on the couch just as I suspected, wagging his tail.

  “No, no it’s not,” Bear argued.

  “Uh, yeah, yeah, it is. You’re not afraid of dogs are you?” I asked, taking a step into the house. Bear grabbed my arm.

 

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