Vengeance MC Box Set - Volume 2: Gage ~ Cash ~ Knight (Vengeance MC series Book 8)

by Natasha Thomas

  After getting back from Las Vegas three months ago, I’ve turned into a raving fucking lunatic where Zara’s concerned. If another man so much as glances in her general direction for too long, I’m hard pressed to retain control of myself long enough not beat the shit out of them.

  Fed up with watching, Mark, I think his name is, ogle my wife, I yell,

  “Zara. Get your ass into my office. Now.”

  I know I sound like an asshole, and maybe I am, but I’ll be damned if I let some piss-ant kid check out my woman like he’s got a chance in hell of getting in her pants. Granted, Mark’s not the first, and he won’t be the last, but that doesn’t mean he gets a free pass either.

  Storming in the door and slamming it behind her, my wife shoots daggers at me.

  “What? What is so important you had to interrupt my session this time?” Zara asks, propping her hands on her hips.

  “You’re fired,” I deadpan.

  “Oh Jesus, not this again,” she huffs, ignoring the scowl on my face as she walks over to me and sits down on my lap. “Would you care to tell me why? Actually, no don’t tell me, let me guess. Was it that Alejandro said hello, or was it that Mark dared to breathe within five feet of me? No, wait! That was last week. Did someone tell you I saw Pete naked this morning? Is that why?”

  “You fucking what?” I bellow, making her jump at the harsh tone.

  Before she can wriggle off my lap, I grab a hold of one of Zara’s thighs and position her until she’s straddling me and wrap my arms around her halting any and all escape.

  “Do you want to run that by me again?” Zara shakes her head, no. “Well, I think you better none the less,” I say, the request comes out sounding like demand, which for all intents and purposes it is.

  Laughing at me, Zara kisses me gently and says,

  “I was kidding, honey. I have not and never want to see Pete naked; I just wanted to see what you’d do, that’s all.”

  At this juncture, I’d like to enter into evidence that if I didn’t love my wife so much, I’d most probably have killed her by now. That shit isn’t funny, and she knows it. Playing on a man’s possessive streak can only lead to one thing, and part of me thinks that’s why she does it.

  It wouldn’t be the first time Zara’s taunted me over my jealousy, each time earning her a spanking followed by a hard fucking that barely takes the edge off my need to prove who she belongs to. Zara makes it up to me, though because after I’ve come inside her and rubbed what’s leaked out all over her pussy, she sucks me off until I blow my load down the back of her throat.

  Shit, now I’m hard. And it’s just my luck that my perpetually horny wife realizes what she’s doing to me too.

  “Something I can help you with?” Zara moans, shifting until her pussy is rubbing against the thick bulge in my pants.

  I lift her up slightly, unzipping my jeans. Pulling my cock out, I spit in my palm and stroke it a few times until pre-come beads on the tip and runs down my shaft getting it nice and lubed for her. My fingers move the crotch of her tiny shorts out of the way so that I can rub the swollen head of my dick up and down her slit.

  As always, Zara’s wet and ready for me. The outer lips of her pussy are glistening with her juices, and I’d like nothing more than to lick them clean, but she hasn’t been good enough to have my mouth on her. But if Zara makes it up to me now by taking my cock however I want to give it to her, I might just eat her out after we’re done.

  When my cock head is slick with her cream, I slam my full length inside of her. Hard. Zara lets out a little whimper, but I know better than to think she’s in pain. My wife loves it when I’m rough with her. In fact, on the odd occasion, I’ve tried to be gentle and take things slow, Zara’s begged and pleaded with me to hurry up and fuck her until I don’t have any choice but to give her what she’s so desperate for. Not that it’s a hardship.

  “Knight,” my little vixen breathes. “Harder, honey. Please.” Unleashing the wilder side of me I fight like hell to keep contained most of the time, I give my wife exactly what she wants. I always do.

  Tightening my hold on her hips, I guide Zara up and down on my shaft. Almost pulling out of her completely before ramming back inside, my balls slap against her ass, and I can feel the heat of my impending release licking at the base of my spine.

  “Lean back, baby. I want to watch your cunt take my cock,” I order, fully aware my wife gets off on me talking dirty to her.

  Zara’s hand snakes between us as she rests her back on the edge of the desk. While she is gently caressing my balls, I return the favor. I pinch her clit then let go and tap it lightly, feeling a rush of wetness leak from her pussy that coats my cock and the tops of my thighs.

  “That’s it, baby. Let go. Let me feel you come all over my cock,” I encourage, thrusting into her savagely now.

  “Fuck yes. I’m going to come. Oh god. Please let me come,” my wife begs prettily.

  Bunching Zara’s long, dark hair in my fist, I pull hard. Her neck arches, exposing the long, slender column of her throat which I don’t hesitate to sink my teeth into.

  The first time I bit her, Zara was surprised, but it didn’t take away from the power of her orgasm. If anything it intensified it. I could try and explain why I feel the need to brand her, but honestly, whatever I told you would be bullshit. The simple truth is, I fucking love seeing my teeth marks on her pale skin. I love knowing that every man who looks at her will see that she’s taken, and if they’re smart, back the fuck off.

  A long groan rips from my chest the second my mouth detaches from Zara’s throat. Her pussy ripples wildly then clamps down on my cock in a vice-like grip that borders on painful. Hearing my woman’s cries of pleasure triggers my own explosive release as I blow my load buried deep inside Zara’s perfect fucking body.

  And of course, just when I intend to savor the sweet aftermath where I hold her, kiss her, and tell her how much I love her, my phone rings. Glancing down at her, I realize it’s too late to tell Zara to ignore it, that I’ll call whoever it is back later because she’s already answered.

  “Knights Gym, Zara speaking. How can I help you?” Her husky, well-fucked voice asks.

  The person on the other end has Zara’s brow furrowing and a scowl pulling her lips into a thin line. But as quickly as it appears, her annoyed expression evaporates and is replaced by a wicked smirk, which tells me that whatever is going on in her head can’t be good.

  “Uh-huh. Yep, I heard you. We’ll be there in twenty,” she goes on to say, hanging up shortly afterward.

  Awkwardly shifting off my lap and readjusting her clothes, Zara holds her hand out toward me.

  “Give me your shirt,” she snaps.

  My jeans are open but still on, so it doesn’t take long for me to tuck my cock back into them and zip them up. Buckling my belt, I stand up, towering over the tiny woman who owns the other half of my heart.

  Reaching to grab the collar of my T-shirt at the back of my neck, I strip it off and hand it over.

  “Who was it and what did they want?” I ask, pulling a spare shirt I keep for occasions when I forget to bring a change of clothes from the bottom drawer of my desk.

  Zara shrugs, fastening the excess fabric into a knot just under her voluptuous tits. Fuck, that’s hot, I think as I adjust my cock down the leg of my jeans.

  “Jonas,” she eventually replies.

  “And…” I press.

  Snatching her phone and keys off the filing cabinet, Zara spins to face me.

  “It seems your ex-bitch is causing trouble at the clubhouse again. According to my new best friend, Lena showed up there on the back of one of their prospects bikes and is refusing to leave. The new guy, Shade, had no idea who she was so he didn’t think twice about taking Lena up on her offer to sleep with him. Since, Beth, Aislinn, and Avery are there too, Jonas politely requested help escorting her off the property, and thought I would appreciate the opportunity to offer my assistance.”

  “You hav
e got to be fucking kidding me,” I mutter. “I’m going to kill him.”

  “Whatever for?” Zara blinks up at me, attempting to look innocent when she’s clearly the furthest thing from it.

  “Because putting you two in the same room is like pitting a Great White against a Baby Fur Seal; the only thing that will come from it is death and or destruction. And not necessarily in that order,” I groan, rubbing a hand across the back of my neck.

  It’s not that I’m particularly worried about Zara actually killing Lena, and I definitely wouldn’t be upset that Lena got what was coming to her if my wife kicked her ass. That said, I am concerned about the possibility of Zara getting hurt. Especially considering she’s carrying my baby but is yet to realize it.

  Zara scoffs at my description of her and Lena’s match up and continues to gather up her things, stuffing them into her oversized purse. I halt her jerky, angry movements by pulling her back into my front, clamping an arm under her tits and bringing the other to rest over the toned expanse of her stomach.

  Stroking back and forth, allowing my fingers to linger longer just above her mound, I lean down and whisper in her ear,

  “I love you, baby, more than life itself. With the exception of the life you’ve got growing in here, that is. You’re going to have to share my love with this little one, but lucky for you, I’ve got plenty to go around.”

  Her sharp intake of breath tells me everything I need to know. Zara wasn’t hiding being pregnant from me; she’s genuinely shocked I broached the topic before she did. How Zara thought I’d miss the changes in her gorgeous body is beyond me? Especially seeing as she would be close to the end of her first trimester already. At a guess, I’d have to say that I probably knocked her up while we were honeymooning in Vegas. And isn’t that fucking ironic.

  They say, “what happens in Vegas stay in Vegas,” but I beg to differ. Zara and I brought home a priceless souvenir of our time there. One I plan to love, cherish, and adore just as much as its mother. I only hope given time for the news to sink in, Zara ends up being just as happy about it as I am.

  Eyeing me warily and disregarding her condition altogether, Zara hedges,

  “Fine. If I promise not to hurt her too badly, can we go already? I don’t want to miss out on any of the action like I did last time.”

  “You heard me when I said you’re pregnant, right?” I ask, needing to confirm she hasn’t gone deaf since I gave her that last mind blowing orgasm.

  “Yep,” Zara grins, popping the P. “But I already knew that. I just wanted to see how long it would take you to figure it out by yourself.”

  Curious to know, I ask,

  “How long were you going to keep it to yourself; another week? A month? Until you started showing?”

  I’m not angry Zara didn’t say anything. Disappointed maybe, but not angry. I would have liked to be there when the doctor confirmed her test results, even if was just to hold her hand.

  Wrapping her arms around my waist, Zara nuzzles my chest, placing a series of soft kisses over my heart.

  “I’m sorry, honey. It was a shitty thing to do. But truthfully, I didn’t know how to tell you. I was planning on doing something special to break the news to you, but you beat me to it. So, surprise,” Zara smiles, leaning into me.

  My hold on her tightens as I hug her fiercely. If I were a lesser man, I’d never admit this, but a few stray tears leak out of the corners of my eyes as I imagine my wife holding our baby in about six months.

  “I love you, Zara. But don’t think for one second that when we get home, I won’t spank your ass for keeping this from me. You’ve earned a punishment for this one, baby.”

  “Promises, promises,” she chirps, disentangling herself from me, practically skipping out the door.

  “Jesus,” I sigh. What the hell have I gotten myself into with this woman?

  *****

  The drive to the Vengeance MC clubhouse in Furnace is short, and when we arrive, we’re met at the gate by Sly, who waves us in after punching in the code to unlock it.

  I’ve been here a few times in the past, but every time I drive into the front lot and park at the end of one of the multiple rows of bikes I’m struck by how inconspicuous the place appears. Take away the bikes and the men standing sentry at the gates, and the clubhouse would look like any other number of converted warehouses in the area.

  When the economy recovered after 9/11, investors and real estate developers bought up a good deal of property located in industrial or commercially zoned areas. The dilapidated structures that had sat abandoned for months, and in some cases, years were either knocked down to make way for new builds or renovated and refurbished, then leased or sold to a variety of different businesses.

  Vengeance was lucky to escape the financial crisis, on the basis that the majority of their income wasn’t generated through entirely legal channels. The only hit the MC took was to their one legitimate business, a strip club called Vengeance Reigns.

  Aside from a few girls quitting because there wasn’t any money to be made, the loss of one bouncer and a bartender, the doors stayed open, and business picked up within a matter of months. All in all, that’s not too bad considering what other people were struggling through.

  “Brother,” Jonas nods, holding his hand out for me to shake.

  “Good to see you, man. How’s Blaine and Lyric?” I ask after his wife and seven-month-old son.

  “Sen-fucking-sational. The kid is growing like a weed, and his mom is perfect.” Looking at Zara, he grins. “Nice to see that you got yourself a woman who’s deserving of that ring this time around.”

  “Isn’t that the truth,” I mutter, pulling Zara under my arm.

  Speaking of Zara.

  “Well, if the reunion is over, can we please go inside now? I believe there’s something in there I need to take care of.”

  Chuckling at her, Jonas gestures for us to go ahead. Sly opens the door, flooding the otherwise dimly lit interior with natural sunlight – something I don’t think it’s seen for a good long while.

  My eyes travel over the faces of the men and women scattered throughout the room, talking, drinking, and playing pool. A few of the guys give Zara and I a wave as we pass them, but most shake their heads sympathetically. I don’t know what Lena’s done this time, but whatever it is, it can’t be good.

  Confirming my suspicions, Aislinn steps in front of me and pokes me in the chest.

  “She’s gone too far this time, Knight. It’s one thing to hang all over my husband while she rubs her nasty tits up and down his arm like a bitch in heat. But it’s a whole other ball game when she grabs my man’s cock and offers to suck him off right in front of me.”

  “She did what?” I gape at the small woman brave enough to lay it all out for me.

  “You heard me,” Aislinn huffs. Turning to glance at Zara, she gives her a tight smile and says, “Hey, Z. I’m glad someone was smart enough to call in the reinforcements.”

  “That would be the big, angry looking dude over there,” Zara replies, pointing at where Jonas is leaning against the bar with his arm wrapped protectively around his woman, Blaine.

  “Hi, Zara,” Blaine smiles kindly.

  “Hey, babe. You look great,” my wife returns.

  Stepping up behind Aislinn, Gage takes her hand and intertwines their fingers. Most would consider this to be a sweet demonstration of how much Gage loves his wife, when in fact, he’s doing it to contain her.

  “Knight,” he grunts tersely. “She’s with Boss in his office. But be warned, Beth’s in there with him and so’s Avery, and both of them are fucking livid. You’ll be lucky if Lena makes it out the front door with all teeth and without a few chunks of hair missing.”

  Duly noted.

  “We better get in there then,” I mutter, wanting to be anywhere else.

  Sly leads us down the back hallway of the clubhouse, stopping to knock on Boss’ office door before granting us entry.

  “Good luck. Yo
u’re gonna need it,” Sly mumbles, sauntering off in the opposite direction.

  In my peripheral vision, I can see Lena sitting in the far corner, but I don’t spare her a glance as I address the furious man sitting behind his desk breathing fire. Beth, his wife, is perched on the edge of Boss’ desk with one eye on him and one on my ex.

  “This is the last time I’m doing this shit,” I start. “I’m not married to her, we aren’t together, so as far as I’m concerned, Lena’s not my fucking problem anymore.”

  “Have a seat,” Boss rumbles, his voice exuding an eerie sort of calm under the circumstances.

  To prove a point, I sit in one of the chairs facing him and pull Zara into my lap. She doesn’t fight me on it, and for that, I’m insanely grateful. I need Lena to realize what’s important to me and where my priorities lie. Once upon a time, Lena meant everything to me. She was my safe harbor, the woman I thought I would spend the rest of my life with, but she’s neither of those things anymore. I’m not sure she ever really was.