Rocket (Hades Abyss MC 2)

by Wylde, Harley

  I reached for her, sliding my fingers into her hair. “Not a damn thing has scared me in my entire life, except the thought of losing you or being the one to cause you pain. I just needed a little nudge. Now that I know you can handle some lovin’, you won’t be able to keep me away. I’ll be pulling your clothes off every chance I get.”

  “Promise?” she asked.

  “Oh, yeah.”

  “No holding back?” she asked.

  I hesitated for a moment, and she narrowed her eyes. It wasn’t that I didn’t think she could handle a little roughness in the bedroom, but I still worried it might trigger a bad memory. I’d love to tie her up, spank her ass, and maybe even have some toys delivered to the house. It was concern over whether or not she could handle that side of me that made me treat her differently. There was a darker side of me I didn’t want her to see, not after everything she’d been through.

  “I won’t break,” she said.

  Physically she might not, but emotionally? Mentally? I didn’t feel comfortable testing that theory. While she’d healed since she’d come here, it didn’t mean she was ready for more than we’d done already. An intimate relationship was still new for us. I’d hoped to have some time with her before I let out any of those tendencies in the bedroom.

  “You’re the most important thing in my life,” I told her, dragging her closer to me. “Maybe I don’t want to show you that side of me right now. I like the way you look at me, all trusting and like I’m sort of damn hero. I’m no one’s hero, Vi, but you make me want to be yours.”

  “You already are.” She reached up and cupped my cheek. “I trust you completely, Jesse.”

  “I’m not the man you think I am.”

  Violeta pressed her lips to mine, then traced my bottom lip with her tongue. I refused to be so easily distracted and fisted her hair, tugging her back. The heat in her eyes hadn’t diminished. If anything, it burned even brighter.

  “Do you know what I want?” she asked.

  “What?”

  She licked her lips and ran her hands up and down my chest, over the clothes I had yet to remove. Gently touching my cut, she traced the stitching. When her gaze locked with mine again, there was a spark I hadn’t seen before.

  “I want you to use me,” she said.

  I balked and took a step back, but she clutched at me and was still every bit as close as she’d been before. Maybe even closer.

  “Vi, I…”

  “Jesse, I want you to keep your clothes on and fuck me like you would any other woman. Take what you want, what you need. Show me that I’m yours, that you’re in charge.”

  I stared down at her, my heart hammering as I wondered if she’d lost her damn mind. My cock was fully on board with her idea, but my brain wasn’t too sure it was a good idea.

  “You want to erase the bad memories?” she asked.

  I nodded.

  “Then replace them. Force me to bend over, put me on my knees. Do whatever you want to me, Jesse. I’ll know it’s you, if that’s what concerns you. Release whatever part of you that you’re trying to lock away in order to protect me.”

  “Vi, why would you even ask that of me? You’re asking me to… to treat you like a damn whore. You’re not a whore, baby. You’re my woman, my fiancée, the woman I love.”

  She leaned in closer, her lips nearly touching mine again. “Maybe I want to be your whore. Yours and only yours. I love you, Jesse, and that means every part of you. I don’t want you holding back because you’re worried I can’t handle it. Show me what’s so big, bad, and scary about you. If it’s too much, then I’ll let you know.”

  I fisted her hair, gripping it tight and tilted her head back so I could stare into her eyes. What I saw was enough to make my resolve crumble. The broken girl who had moved in with me wasn’t here anymore. The strong, vibrant woman challenging me? She was completely different, and she was all mine.

  “On your knees, Vi.” My voice was harsher than I’d intended, rough from arousal. She sank down in front of me, waiting patiently for my next order. “Unfasten my belt and pants, then take my cock out.”

  Her hands were completely steady as she obeyed. The pink tinging her cheeks made me think maybe it would be okay, maybe she really could handle it. The rasp of my zipper was fucking loud in the otherwise quiet room. The moment her fingers wrapped around my dick, I had to close my eyes and fight for control. I’d never been so gone for a woman before. One lick of her lips, seeing her bend over -- hell, just a touch anywhere on my body and I was hard as fuck.

  “Lick it,” I demanded, opening my eyes to watch her.

  Her tongue ran the length of my shaft, then the little tease flicked the head, making me hiss in a breath. I narrowed my eyes and reached out, pulling my dick away from her. She blinked up at me innocently, but I didn’t believe that look for a moment. She’d done it on purpose, probably hoping to get a reaction out of me. And she had. Dammit.

  “Open.”

  Her jaw dropped and I reached for her with my free hand, grabbing a handful of hair and dragging her toward my dick, using my other hand to guide myself into her mouth. I didn’t stop until she’d taken every inch, then I ground myself against her. Vi didn’t gag. She reached up and clutched at my thighs, holding onto me as if she was afraid I’d move away.

  I pulled back, then drove deep again. I fucked her mouth with long, deep strokes, pre-cum coating her tongue with every stroke. My balls were high and tight, and I knew it wouldn’t take much more for me to blow. When I was knew I was too fucking close, I pulled free of her mouth and took a step back.

  “Get up,” I said.

  She rose to her feet, her lips plump from sucking my cock, and her body flushed. Her pretty nipples were hard and just begging for attention. I reached out and pinched one, giving it a tug. Her eyes went dark with desire and I repeated the motion with the other side.

  “Does my sweet Vi need a good, hard fucking?” I asked.

  “Yes, Jesse. I need you so much.”

  “Show me,” I commanded.

  Vi turned and bent over the side of the bed, her ass in the air, then spread her legs. Her pussy glistened with how fucking wet she was, and other than pulling on her nipples, I hadn’t touched her. Fuck me.

  “Is that all it takes?” I asked. “Put my dick in your mouth and tug your nipples and you’re ready for me?”

  She looked at me over her shoulder. “No. All you had to do was say we were going to the bedroom for sex and I was wet and ready. But in all honesty, I just have to be near you and I want you. If I hear your voice, it’s enough to make me crave your touch.”

  “Get on the bed, up by the headboard, and kneel.”

  She crawled up the bed, gripped the headboard, and waited. I retrieved a pair of handcuffs from the bedside table, then moved up behind her, my weight making the mattress dip. Pressing against her body, I reached for her hands and fastened them to the bed. She didn’t resist, and if the tremor that raked her body was any indication, she was enjoying this as much as I was.

  I placed my lips near her ear and slid my hands around her waist, then up to cup her breasts. I traced the shell of her ear with my tongue as I gave her perky breasts a squeeze. It was enough to make her moan and press her ass back against me. As hard as I was, I wouldn’t take her just yet. I nipped her ear the same time I pulled on her nipples and she gave a soft cry. Taking my time, I played with her breasts and rubbed my beard against the soft skin along her neck and shoulder.

  “Jesse, please,” she begged.

  “Please, what?”

  “Please. Fuck me. I need you.”

  I gave her nipples a slight twist. “Think you can come just from this? Can you come for me, Vi? Show me just had badly you need my dick inside you?”

  “Y-yes. I-I can do that.”

  “Prove it,” I said, my voice little more than a growl I was so fucking turned-on.

  I kept palming her breasts and playing with her nipples. The next time I squeezed the ha
rd little nubs, she shuddered and called out my name. I slid a hand down her belly, down between her legs, and groaned at how slick she was.

  “Fucking hell. That’s the sexiest damn thing ever,” I said.

  I teased her clit in small circles, my touch light as I lined my cock up with her pussy, then pushed inside. The first few strokes were slow, but the second her inner walls squeezed me, my control snapped. I started pounding into her, taking her hard and deep. The headboard slammed into the wall with every stroke, even though she was clinging to the damn thing. Shifting my angle, I must have hit just the right spot because seconds later Vi was coming, her body tight as she threw her head back and said my name over and over. I didn’t stop until I unloaded every drop of cum from my balls, filling her up.

  Panting for breath and my heart racing, I stayed buried inside her. I splayed my hand across her belly, holding her against me, and hoping that maybe we’d made a baby. It was the one thing I wanted most. A kid with Vi. Maybe a daughter with her pretty eyes and dark hair. As my dick twitched inside her, I amended that thought. No, not a daughter. Then some fucker would want to do this to her one day, and I’d have to shoot the little asshole.

  I rubbed my beard against her neck again before kissing her there softly.

  “Love you so fucking much, baby.”

  “I love you too, Jesse.” She tugged on the cuffs. “But do you think you can unlock these?”

  I smiled and slowly withdrew from her body. Watching my cum trickle down her thigh was hot as fuck, but I had the crazy urge to shove it back inside her. Reaching into the bedside table drawer, I removed the key, then unlocked the cuffs, setting her free. She rubbed her wrists, then leaned back against me.

  “No bad memories?” I asked as I ran my hand down her arm.

  “No. I knew it was you, and that made all the difference. Now if someone had blindfolded me and I hadn’t seen who was locking me to the bed, then I probably would have completely freaked out.”

  I tossed the cuffs aside and stretched out on the bed, pulling Violeta down beside me. She curled against my side, her head on my shoulder and her hand splayed across my chest. I’d been with my fair share of women in my life, but all their faces had blurred since meeting Vi. She outshined them all, and while part of me wished I hadn’t been quite as much of a man-whore over the years, I was grateful for the experience so that I would know exactly how to please her.

  Trailing my fingers up and down her arm, I had to admit that I couldn’t remember ever being this damn happy. My life had gone to shit after my sister died and left behind her daughter. Then I’d called the baby’s father, who hadn’t even known she existed, and he’d taken her back home to the Dixie Reapers. Being alone had sucked big-ass donkey balls, and I’d tried to drown my sorrows in alcohol and pussy. It hadn’t really worked, but at least I’d not felt quite so alone. Then Violeta came into my life and turned it upside down.

  “I know I’m not the best man for you, but I’m so fucking glad you’re part of my life, Violeta. I was lost before you came along, just drifting and existing from day to day.” I pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “I know you feel like the club saved you, but it was you who saved me.”

  “There’s no one I’d rather be with than you, Jesse. I’m really glad that Casper VanHorne and Spider said I should stay with you. If I had been given to anyone else, I don’t know that I would have recovered, and I certainly wouldn’t have fallen in love.”

  She tightened her hold on me and I toyed with her hair as I stared up at the ceiling. I didn’t like that she’d been in danger twice in the last few weeks, and it didn’t sit well that the club wasn’t handling the problem. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust Specter to handle it, or the Devil’s Boneyard for that matter, but this wasn’t their fight. Some part of me knew that the Chaos Killers were a threat to everyone and not just my woman and club. This shit felt personal. They’d come after my woman, planted someone in our midst. It was hard for me to believe Spider was really just going to sit back and let someone else take care of the problem.

  “Can I ask you something?” Violeta asked.

  “Anything. The only time I won’t answer is if it’s club business.”

  “I know I’m not the first woman you’ve been with, but have you ever wanted to get married before now?”

  I turned so that we were facing one another and stared into her eyes, hoping she’d see the truth. No one had ever made me want forever with them until her.

  “I’ve never been in love with a woman before you, never asked someone to marry me, and I damn sure never wanted a kid with anyone else.”

  “I guess I just don’t see what’s so special about me.”

  I cupped her cheek, then kissed her softly. “You’re special because you’re you. I’ve never met anyone sweeter, stronger, or sexier than you, Vi. You’ve been through hell, but you still came out on the other side and were willing to take a chance on a life with me.”

  “It’s not exactly a hardship to be with you,” she said, her lips curving up a little. “With this beard.” She tugged on it. “These rock-hard abs.” Her fingers trailed down my abdomen. “And the cut you wear that declares you’re a badass, I’m sure women fall at your feet. You know you’re sexy, so don’t be stupid, Jesse.”

  “Don’t really give a fuck what any woman thinks about my looks but you. The others were just a diversion, a way to blow off steam. Maybe that makes me an asshole, but I never made them promises. The club whores should know better, even though there are some who are hoping one of us will claim them. Didn’t really have a need to pick up a woman anywhere else, not when there were plenty right here willing to do whatever I wanted.” I winced. “Guess I shouldn’t have confessed quite so much. But I don’t want to hide who I am, not from you.”

  She toyed with my beard, ran her hands down my chest, then smiled at me.

  “I know you think you’re some horrible man for being with those women, or rather that I’ll think you’re terrible. But you aren’t, Jesse. I don’t know too many men who would turn down a willing woman. That’s the key part of everything you’ve said. Willing. You’ve never forced yourself on a woman, and I know you never would. Despite what you think, you’re an honorable man. Do you break the law? Maybe. And maybe some of those laws need to be broken.”

  I arched an eyebrow. “So you think all drugs should be legal and we should just throw the gun laws out the window? Because that would actually be really bad for business.”

  “No, but I know you hurt the men who took me. And I’m okay with that. I don’t want them to be able to harm another woman or child ever again. If that means you put a bullet in them, I’m all right with that.”

  I blinked at her, thinking I was either a really lucky bastard to have such an understanding, if slightly bloodthirsty, woman. Or she was only telling me what she thought I wanted to hear.

  “Jesse, did you forget that I grew up in the mafia? All the things your club does isn’t new to me. The difference is that you try not to hurt innocent people, and my father and his men thrived on destroying defenseless people. You’re not a monster.”

  My throat was a little tight, but I refused to acknowledge that she damn near made me cry with how accepting she was of my way of life, or that she thought I was a good, honorable man. No one had called me that. I’d always been the bad boy moms warned their daughters to avoid. Even in my younger years, the good girls wanted me but not for anything more than bragging rights. Then there was my sweet Vi, who looked at me like I could take on the world and win, like I was her hero.

  She made me want to be a better man. Whatever it took, I vowed I’d keep her safe, and any kids we had. Anyone who came after my family would die a painful death, and I’d use them as a warning to anyone else who thought to come for my woman.

  Chapter Nine

  Violeta

  Rocket hadn’t lied. I was sore, but in the best of ways. I couldn’t help but smile as I thought about the last twelve hours or so. I
honestly didn’t even know what time it was, only that he’d spent all of yesterday and through the night making me scream his name. If someone had told me a year or two ago that I would be this happy, I’d have called them a liar. And I’d have been wrong.

  Rocket had rolled out of bed this morning, muttered something about food, then quickly dressed and grabbed his keys. I’d assumed he was going to get something and bring it back, but he’d been gone for a while. Since I didn’t know when he’d return, I took a shower, taking the time to wash and condition my hair, then shaved my legs and underarms. By the time I got out and dressed, he still hadn’t come back, which was making me worry.

  I made some coffee and sipped a cup, keeping an eye on the kitchen clock. Ten minutes went by. Then another ten. After thirty minutes had passed, I knew something had to be wrong, unless Spider had called Church and Rocket just hadn’t let me know. I reached for the phone, then paused. I hated to bother my sister in case my niece was sleeping. I knew the phone could wake Marianna. If the men were in Church, then someone at the clubhouse would know something. There were always Prospects hanging around in case the members needed anything.

  It only took me a minute to slip on a pair of shoes and start walking to the clubhouse. The compound was eerily silent as I made my way down the road. There weren’t city blocks set up inside, but it felt like the clubhouse was roughly a mile from Rocket’s home. I didn’t see a single member or Prospect, nor did I hear any bikes. Where was everyone? As I neared the front gates, I saw far more bikes than were typically parked in the area and only one Prospect who appeared to be on guard duty. The bikes didn’t just line the clubhouse, but they wrapped around the sides and some were double-parked.

  Unease settled in the pit of my stomach making it bubble and flip. Something was wrong. Really wrong. Rocket hadn’t said anything about expecting another club, and after everything we’d discussed all night, I knew he’d have said something if he knew. What the hell was going on? Was there a party? I was starting to wish I’d called Luciana before I made the hasty decision to come here.