Fallen (Redemption Reigns MC Book 3)

by Juli Valenti

  They rode for what had to be at least an hour. Up the mountain toward Greenspan County Hospital, and through thick wooded areas. The two followed the bank line of Indian Creek, the sound of the softly flowing water lost amidst the thunder of their bikes. Anywhere he went, she was behind him, and, occasionally, vice versa.

  It was she who changed the game, turning back and heading for the clubhouse. Stopping at the gate, Sarah keyed in the code on the keypad and pulled her bike in, parking behind the others in the garage. Pretending she wasn’t aware of Luke and his closeness, she went inside, heading straight for his bedroom.

  Fallen didn’t let her get more than a couple inches inside the room before he grasped her around the waist, spinning her and slamming the door shut behind her. Pressing her back against the wood of the door, he kissed her, stealing her breath as his hands gripped her hip roughly. It was a rush, this large, intimidating man completely encompassing her, and she wanted more.

  “You look so fucking sexy tonight,” he breathed against her mouth, his fingers playing at the hem of her top. “I’m torn between ripping these fucking clothes off you, and taking them off gently so you can wear them again tomorrow, and the next day, and the next...” Luke’s words trailed off as his kisses created a path down her neck, to her collarbone.

  “Either is fine with me,” she answered hoarsely, not caring how her borrowed clothes were removed as long as they came off within the next couple seconds. She was desperate for his touch, for his skin against hers. “And it’s you who looked sexy tonight. I’ve never seen that side of you ... or anything like it for that matter.

  “All eyes were on you, hanging on your every fingertip. You could feel the hesitation in the air, it was so palpable. The lights, the music, all of it,” she murmured, a moan escaping her throat as his teeth nipped at her shoulder. “You’re a rockstar. You’re my rockstar.”

  “That’s right, baby. Emphasis on yours. And, while I thank you for thinking so highly of me, it was you all eyes were on tonight. I swear, every man within a ten-mile radius had their dick out and ready for you.”

  Sarah was about to protest, to deny his claim, but he didn’t let her. His mouth captured hers, his tongue forcing her lips open for him to explore. A gasp gave him full access and he took his, running the tip of his tongue across her teeth, meeting her own and demanding the same.

  She closed her eyes, allowing her mind to swim, her world to tilt and topple. The entire universe fell away, leaving only the two of them and their touches. The only air in existence was that which they shared; in that moment she was completely his, and he hers.

  With swift movements, Luke broke their kiss long enough to whip her top over her head and threw it with a satisfied sound. His lips returned to hers, his hands at her hips, her stomach, her breasts. He kneaded them, his thumbs grazing her nipples and pinching gently. Groaning, she pressed herself into him, closer to him, needing more.

  His cock was hard where it rested against her, straining the material of his tight-fitting jeans. With fumbling hands, she grasped at his belt, releasing the leather and loosening it enough to reach his waistband. Sarah struggled trying to unbutton them, her fingers stilling as Fallen’s head dropped, his lips now capturing her nipple as he had her mouth.

  “Stop that,” she pleaded halfheartedly, trying to step back, wetness pooling between her legs. “I’m trying to get your pants off and I can’t concentrate when you’re —“

  “When I’m what, baby?” Mischievous hazel eyes shone in the dimness of the room, his mouth moving to the opposite breast and nipping at her sensitive skin.

  Another moan escaped her. “You know damned well what you’re doing. Now quit it, or you’ll be punished.”

  “Oooooh, little Sarah’s gonna punish me?” His teeth came down firmly, pinching at her, forcing more sounds from her. “I think I’d like to see that. I don’t think I’ll stop just yet.”

  Closing her eyes, she let him continue his ministrations for a moment, until his hands reached for her pants. That time she did step back completely, finding more space between her and the door than had originally existed. Grateful, she peered at him and shook her head.

  Before he could make a move, she advanced forward, taking him off guard and pushing him backwards. She repeated the gesture, twice, until the back of his knees met the bed and he lost his balance, forcing him into a sitting position. Sarah dropped to her own knees between his legs, the wooden floor hard under her.

  Luke’s eyebrows rose in surprise and it was her time to grin mischievously. Reaching up, she released the button on his jeans and tugged; the man obliged, lifting slightly so she could pull them down his thighs, unsurprised he wasn’t wearing underwear. His erection was tall and proud, the head weeping, and delight filled her. It was her time to take control, and she’d promised him punishment, which he’d get.

  Wasting no time, Sarah took the head of his cock into her mouth, sucking strongly. His body twitched, his lower half lifting from the bed and his eyes falling back.

  “Christ, Sarah,” he groaned, his words a curse and reverence all at once.

  She didn’t answer. Maintaining hold of him with her left hand, she lifted and lowered her mouth, taking him as deeply as she could, never releasing the suction she’d created on his cock. Her tongue traced the vein lines against his length, her lips tight around his width. Fallen’s hand rested lightly on her shoulder, neither holding her nor guiding her, and she reveled in his grunts and curses.

  His body started to twitch and convulse under her as her hand pumped in rhythm with his breathing, her mouth pulling on the head of his cock. Luke’s chest rose with his pants, and she could tell he was close; so, she did what she’d promised. She slowed herself, before lifting her mouth away from him entirely.

  After a long few seconds, she took him between her lips once more. She worked him back to the brink, his head thrashing against the bed, his upper half giving up the fight to remain upright and falling back somewhere along the process. And, again, she slowed to a stop, pulling away and blowing softly on his erection.

  “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he swore, disbelieving, as she once more took him between her lips.

  Hearing him, feeling his body move against her of its own accord, his utter loss of control, was heady. Sarah could’ve done this all night - bringing him to the brink, only to stop at the very last second before he came. She had a goal. He is going to beg. And, on her fifth time, he broke. His breath labored, his body twitching and shaking, he finally gave her what she was wanting.

  “Jesus,” he breathed. “Please. Sarah. Don’t stop this time. Please. Don’t stop this time.”

  His words were a plea, a lament, a whispered prayer, shooting straight to her core. Tightening her fingers around his shaft, she moved her hand up and down with intent, her mouth suckling on him. Within seconds he shouted with release, his muscles straining and warmth shooting down her throat. Still, she maintained her hold on him, her tongue still stroking him, his body twitching until his hands found her chin, forcing her face up, effectively stopping her.

  “Woman...” he started, stopping for a heartbeat as his body convulsed again. “Where the hell did you learn to do that? You deserve a medal or a trophy or a fucking ring or something. I mean, good God.”

  “Are you okay?” she asked, unable to keep her grin from spreading from ear to ear.

  Fallen looked at her, his eyes hooded and his face slack with his release. “You’re kidding, right? I’m more than okay.”

  After long moments, he moved to sit up, his eyes taking her body in. Her face flushed from going down on him, her hair messy from their kissing and his hands in it, her breasts still on display. His expression was that of a wolf, taking in his prey, wanting to devour her, but she wanted him to enjoy his pleasure.

  “Don’t look at me like that, Luke. You’re not returning the favor.”

  In truth, she was desperately uncomfortable, her body craving him, craving release. We
tness had soaked through her panties, into her pants, and she ached with longing. But if he were to satisfy her, it took away the work she put in to satisfy him - because, in her mind, the receiving of pleasure shouldn’t be clouded by the knowledge of exchange.

  “The hell I’m not,” he growled, scrambling toward her and catching her before she could back away. In a flash he had her off her knees and her back crashing into the mattress, his larger body pinning hers against the sheets.

  “No, Lukas,” she moaned, his body doing nothing to cool the fire within her; more, it only served to stoke it more. “My blowing you didn’t come with strings. I just wanted to go down on you. I like going down on you ... a lot. I don’t expect anything from you.”

  “I know you don’t, but if you think for one minute I’m going to let that sweet pussy go without attention, you’re sorely mistaken,” he told her in answer, his breath against her ear making her shiver. “I waited a long time to touch you, don’t start denying me now that I’ve had such a wonderful slice of heaven.”

  Straddling her, he sat up long enough to pull his black concert tee over his head before moving in for a kiss. The warmth of his chest against her breasts was a strong contrast to the cool air of the room, and she kissed him with fervor.

  His lips remained on hers as his hands trailed down her skin, his tough giving her goosebumps and stealing her breath. His fingers caressed her stomach, to the waist of her jeans, deftly unfastening the button and lowering the zipper. Sarah groaned as his large hand slipped under her panties, teasing along her folds.

  “Damn you’re wet, Sarah. You liked sucking my dick, didn’t you?” His hand froze as he waited for a response, and, unable to speak, she merely nodded. A part of her was slightly embarrassed of her body’s reaction, her extreme wetness - the other was desperate for him to not stop. “See, it’d be a damn shame to waste this. You’re absolutely soaked ... no way could I do nothing about such a thing.”

  Standing, he gripped the sides of her jeans and tugged, forcing them down her legs, her panties going with them. She shivered as the air hit her, but then Fallen was there, his nose buried in her folds, breathing in.

  “God what a waste that would’ve been,” he murmured against her folds, his hand tentatively moving to trace a line down one side, then the next. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

  His tongue trailed up the center of her core and she arched off the bed. “Really, babe, you don’t have to,” she repeated herself once more, breathlessly, giving him another out if he needed one. She’d probably die if he stopped, but she needed him to know he didn’t have to go down on her.

  “Sarah, shut up,” he told her, running his tongue across her clit before sucking gently. “There are three things I love most in this world - my club, my music, and eating pussy. Now, I’m going to eat the hell out of you, then I’m going to fuck you because you can be damn sure my cock will be hard again. Hell, I’m already getting hard - you turn me on so bad. Now lay back, relax, and let me take care of you like I want to.”

  Chapter Ten

  Fallen was true to his word; the man went down on her like a starving man at an all-you-can-eat buffet. She’d expected a repeat of the morning, of him building her up and getting her off, then getting her off again during sex. But he didn’t.

  No, it seemed this time it was his turn for a little payback. He forced her body as high as he could get it, making her straddle the line of orgasm, only to pull back as she had. Sarah was sweating, moaning, and begging as his tongue continued to flick at her clit, at her opening; his fingers pressed inside her, circled, pumped in and out.

  He was relentless in her pleasure, demanding and consuming her until she could barely breathe. Only then, when she had begged, did he allow her to fall over the ledge, her orgasm intense and her muscles straining. And, still, he remained true to his word.

  Not allowing her body to calm from her release, he crawled up the bed, his erection thick and ready once more as he’d promised. With no preamble, the thrust into her, her already spasming body arching for him and pleading for more. He pulled out slightly and did it again, slamming his cock into her; she watched as his head fell back, his eyes closing and the muscles in his shoulders tensing.

  “Fuck, Sarah. You’re so tight when you’ve just come. It hurts so good. I can’t get enough of you ... I’ll never get enough.”

  “Make me yours, Fallen. I’m already yours; make it official,” she demanded, and he stilled above her, his eyes sharp as they took in her face. His expression was serious, thoughtful, and she struggled to remain unmoving beneath him.

  “Do you know what you’re asking for, Sarah?”

  She tilted her hips back and forth, forcing his cock to move inside her as her hands gripped at his ass, pulling him. “Yes.”

  Luke sat up slightly, grasping her hands and pinning them above her head in one of his. “Making you mine in the eyes of the club is a huge thing, one you need to know. It means I’ll kill any son of a bitch who touches you in a way I deem inappropriate; you will truly be mine. While I wouldn’t see you that way, the club would see you as my property and my woman. I couldn’t treat you like property, but you have to understand that the club would. Right now, you’re neutral - you’re Switzerland here.

  “Poet and Artist like you, so they treat you as they’d treat any civilian. But, being mine would thrust you into my world, into the club world, and things would change. There are responsibilities and expectations. Plus, you’d also have to deal with the sweeties; those I’ve slept with and those I haven’t.”

  A growl escaped Sarah’s throat, surprising her. “I’ll kill any one of those bitches who try to touch you, regardless of your past.” She watched as Fallen’s gaze turned questioning, but she continued talking. “Trust me, I know what I’m getting into ... so fuck me, Fallen. Take me.”

  Arching upward, she captured his lips, kissing him. For a moment he remained frozen, but then melted, his body forming to hers. He thrust deeper into her, as far as he could go, before pulling back and trying to move even deeper. All the while his mouth stayed on hers, his tongue exploring every inch of her as his cock did the same.

  This time he broke his word - he wasn’t fucking her. He was making her his; he was claiming her body, taking it, and giving his in return. It didn’t take long until his breathing increased, hers doing the same, a slave to him.

  Sarah’s body quivered, her release within reach, and she struggled to keep it at bay. Fallen’s thrusts grew more frantic and he broke away, his head dropping to her neck as he panted, his cock twitching as he continued to force his way inside her. It felt like he was deeper than her pussy, he was in her stomach, in her lungs. And she reveled in it, demanding all he could give her.

  “Thank fuck,” he spat as his orgasm came on the crest of hers. And, as he came, he did so inside her, pulling out toward the end and allowing his warmth to cover her stomach, her thighs. Luke ran his hand along it, pressing it into her folds and to her ass. Only after she was thoroughly marked did he collapse to the side, his chest rising frantically and his fingers entwining with hers.

  “You’re mine now.” The voice that uttered the words was Fallen’s but not. It was harder, firm, proud. It was a spoken claim, a command, and more that Sarah could barely place.

  In truth, with the dominance that Vinny always put over her, Luke’s words should have frightened her, but they didn’t. Instead, they made her feel warm inside, right and at peace. She rolled to her side, her head resting on his chest, and let her breathing sync with his. It didn’t take long for sleep to start fogging her brain, her eyes growing heavy with the weight that five in the morning brings. And just as she drifted off to sleep the familiar sound of the Lukas’ voice she knew flitted through her.

  “I’ve wanted you as mine for a year; I’ve loved you for half that.”

  The morning light was bright as it shone through the curtains of Fallen’s room. Sarah cursed at the brilliant yellows and oranges, rolling over and l
ooking for the comfort of Luke’s warmth. Only he wasn’t there.

  Bolting upright, she took in her surroundings, finding she was, indeed, alone in the large bed. The bathroom door was open, the light off, showing he wasn’t in the shower either. Confused and rubbing her eyes, she took in the time on the alarm clock, surprised and unsurprised it was only ten in the morning.

  She’d never been a late sleeper, someone who could sleep the day away, one of the many reasons she refused to only work the graveyard shift. Even with blackout curtains, her body always knew when the sun was up, and that she should be too. Echoes of her childhood, of her father with his impeccable work ethic, flowed through her memories. His many reminders that the only wasted day was the day wasted asleep made her smile - he was one who was convinced he’d sleep when he was dead, or so he said often. Rest in paradise, Daddy. It’s okay to waste the day sometimes.

  A slip of paper on the bedside table caught her eye, her name written in careful block letters across it in black ink. She reached for it carefully, for some reason afraid of what it could say. The dark voice in her head tried to convince her Fallen had left her, that he didn’t really want her, that he thought last night was a mistake. The logical voice in her refused to believe the other, and, holding her breath, she opened it.

  My Sarah,

  I’m sure you’re awake long before you should be (I know you), and have found I’m not there... I had a charity run this morning, so don’t worry, though I know you will anyway. Hell, I think you’re one of the only people left in my life that does anymore.

  Teagan wants to take you to breakfast - she brought an outfit for you, it’s in the closet. Also, I had a couple prospects get your stuff from the B&B. Tonka told me you were worried about its cost - don’t be, we took care of it (don’t argue). So your things are at the club, but we can take them to my apartment if you prefer ... your choice.