Inferno Glory MC

by Jennifer Ann

  At first Colt doesn’t move beneath her. Then he glances my way before using his good arm to pull Genna closer, palming her head and digging his fingers into her brown hair while answering the kiss with fervor. Maybe he really is done with me and it’s his way of reminding me of his decision. Screw that and screw that bitch for thinking she can take what's mine.

  Seeing him with another woman in that way—a club whore no less—brings fresh tears to my eyes and pisses me off at the same time. I silently curse Ranger for opening an emotional door I’ll probably never be able to close again. As nausea rolls through my stomach, I bolt to my feet, not surprised when Ranger’s a step behind.

  When I reach Colt and Genna, I take no care in grabbing a handful of her dark hair to yank her off. With a shrill scream, she reaches for the hair I’m pulling just as I let go, and she tumbles to the ground. Ranger’s hands rest on my arms, not really preventing me from going after her again, but more as a reminder he’s on my side.

  “He’s taken,” I snarl at Genna. Though she’s glaring at me, I can see fear flicker across her expression. “Spread the word to your skank friends.”

  I didn’t stop to think how Colt would react, because honestly I wasn’t thinking through my actions whatsoever, but when I glance over at him, he’s smirking. Probably shouldn’t surprise me that he enjoyed his woman fighting over him. While I won this battle against that little club whore and wanna be, Genna, I just hope it's worth it.

  24

  “You sure about this, darlin’?” Colt asks as Genna scurries out the door, swearing under her breath. Though he’s still smirking, he stands frozen in the doorway like he’s not sure of my intentions. “I’m not in the mood to be fucked with.”

  My heart flips in my chest when it seems there may still be a chance to salvage this. “I want to give it a try.”

  Colt’s smirk disappears. “This is not a taste test.”

  “I’m not treating it like one,” I promise. “I just mean I have some serious issues to work through. And we’re gonna have to take it slow. That means no talk of becoming your old lady until I’m ready.”

  “If you’re with me, you’re mine,” he clarifies. His eyes flicker to Ranger behind me. “What the three of us had was a good time, but I’m done sharin’.”

  “Roger that, hoss,” Ranger answers. A swell of sadness rises in my chest when he removes his hands from my arms and steps back. What we had was more than a good time, but I can’t continue jerking Ranger around if I’m going to give Colt a chance. Ranger deserves to find someone who will make him happy.

  “Yeah, okay,” I agree, nodding. I take a step closer to him. “I’m…sorry, Colt. You don’t know how much I regret walking away from you. It was an asshole move to leave you there the way I did. But I couldn’t deal with seeing you kissing Cheyenne. It’s gonna take time before I can trust again.”

  “You’re gonna have to trust me,” he warns in a near growl. “Just like I’m gonna have to trust you won’t be hurtin’ me like that again, either.”

  “I’ll try. It’s the best I can do.” Closing the distance between us, I slowly bring my arms around his waist, breathing him in and squeezing him tight. It’s the first hug I’ve initiated in years, and feels rather awkward. I’m rewarded by Colt’s free arm wrapping around me. Warm breaths puff against my head when he leans down to nuzzle his face against my neck. Instant warmth fills my chest as if confirming I’m doing the right thing. It feels right. Colt feels like home and everything good in my life. Letting myself become vulnerable in his arms may not be much, but to me it feels like a blind leap into the Grand Canyon.

  “Let’s go for a ride,” he whispers, planting a kiss in the thick of my hair.

  “In a minute,” I promise, releasing him. I cross back over to Ranger, wrapping my arms around him. “Thank you.”

  “You two deserve each other,” he teases, though there’s a catch in his voice. “Go on, make up with the poor guy.”

  I silently swear that I’m going to do whatever I can to help find him a good woman.

  After kissing Ranger’s cheek, Colt takes my hand and dips his chin at Ranger with a look of gratitude as we leave the clubhouse. The day clings to a mere sliver of sunlight on the horizon, and the temperature has dropped at least ten degrees. On reflex, I drop Colt’s hand and move in closer to let his body heat warm me. An arm wraps around my waist, guiding me to my bike.

  Colt stops beside it, flashing perfect white teeth. Guilt stirs in the pit of my stomach at the sight of the abrasions on his beautiful face. “Since I’m outta commission for awhile, thought maybe you could give us a ride.”

  Laughing, I raise one eyebrow. “You’re gonna ride bitch?”

  His lips curl with a brilliant smile. “Only for you, darlin’.”

  My insides take on the consistency of melted chocolate as I fasten my helmet. Colt grabs his helmet from his bike parked beside mine. I mount my bike and fire it up. “Do I need to help you get on?” I tease, watching him with a grin.

  “Don’t get too cocky,” he whispers, slipping on the seat behind me. Warm body pressed to mine, his strong arm crosses my body, and he takes a firm grip of my waist. “This is only temporary. And there’s still plenty I’m capable of doin’, darlin’. Don’t you worry.”

  The suggestive tone of his voice sets off a pleasurable vibration between my legs, and I have to bit my lip to keep from whimpering. “Where to?”

  “Wherever the road takes us.”

  I peel out of the parking lot, lit with glee and desire. By some miracle, he’s giving me another chance. I have no intention of fucking it up this time.

  The joy of riding with my man behind me is immeasurable as we tear down the highway with the sun setting beside us. Riding at night has always made me uneasy, so I head for Colt’s place. His arm remains secured around me the entire way, though I secretly wish he’d alleviate the sexual tension I’ve felt ever since our game-changing hug.

  We’re met in the hallway with a group of giggling, underage college girls who ogle Colt as we pass. Loud voices and music blast from inside the neighbor’s place as we enter Colt’s apartment.

  “Had anything to eat yet?” he asks, heading straight for the kitchen. “We can order in.”

  It’s on the tip of my tongue to answer that he’s the only thing I’m hungry for, but my stomach growls with the reminder that I haven’t eaten since breakfast. I lean against the kitchen counter. “That sounds good, actually.”

  He grabs two bottles of beer from the fridge with his good hand and shuts the door with his hip. When he approaches me, he’s grinning in the boyish way that’s impossible to resist. “Pizza? Chinese?”

  “After eating prison food for three years?” I take both bottles and remove the cap on one before handing it back. “I’m good with anything that has flavor.”

  “These are the kind of things I want to know about you,” he says before taking a sip of his beer. “What food you like, your favorite music, the basics.”

  Crossing an arm over my waist, I curl the beer against my chest. “Um…pretty much anything as long as there aren’t mushrooms, most rock and roll, and I don’t know what ‘basics’ you’re looking for.”

  “I know you love to ride, but what else gets your motor runnin’? Any hidden talents I should know about? What makes you laugh? I’m gonna guess you don’t like those dopy chick flicks, but do you like action movies?” He sets his beer on the counter and rests his arm at my side as he leans in close, blue eyes sparkling. “I want to know more than the best way to make you squirm and get you off. I want to know everything.”

  “It goes both ways,” I answer before drinking from my bottle without breaking his heated stare. “All I know about you is that you were a SEAL, and now you’re a biker who does construction on the side.”

  “There are things I have to tell you eventually, when the timin’s right.” He lifts a shoulder. “Just not really the type to talk about myself.”

  “Neither am I
.”

  The sexual energy between us crackles like invisible fireworks as we stare into each other’s eyes. Hyper aware of how close his lips are to mine, my body leans in expectantly.

  “Axel was at the clubhouse before you came,” I say. “He told the guys there’s no sign of the guns in Mexico.” Unable to put off the need to touch him any longer, I set my beer on the counter and grab ahold of his hips. My body warms with the connection, silently begging for more as he leans in. It’s like there’s a magnet always drawing us together, and neither of us can resist. “Buzz and Ranger were talking about going down there to find them.”

  A startled look crosses Colt’s gaze. “Damn it! They better not be doin’ shit until I’m back in the game!”

  Biting my tongue, I decide now is not the time to tell him I feel the opposite and can’t stand the notion of him facing that kind of danger again. If we’re going to make this relationship work, I’m going to have to accept that he’s a member of the MC, and will always be facing those kinds of risks just like he’s going to have to accept that I want a bigger role than just his old lady.

  Remmy will never go for it, but there’s a chance I can convince the other members to overrule the president and vote me in.

  “Axel wasn’t too fond of the idea,” I say, twisting my lips when thinking of my traitorous brother. “Almost makes me wonder if he has something invested in the deal.”

  “He doesn’t have the balls,” Colt grumbles.

  “He’s up to something.” Unfortunately, I know my untrustworthy and douchebag brother all too well.

  “Let me worry about that, darlin’. You need to focus on doin’ whatever it takes to find yourself again.” A warm hand rests on my face as blue eyes penetrate through me. “I know you’re still lost and hurtin’. I’m prepared to do whatever you need to heal.”

  His unrelenting kindness feels like a fatal blow to the stomach. “I’m fucking sorry,” I blurt all at once with sudden tears welling. “You’ve been kind and patient with me, and I’ve done everything in my power to hurt you. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

  A small smile pulls at his lips as his thumb brushes over my cheek, sending shivers down my spine. “Would you quit beatin’ yourself up? You said it yourself…you’ve only been out a week. Probably wouldn’t hurt for you to talk to someone to sort out what’s goin’ through your head. That shit’s gonna take some time to work on. Sorry if sounds selfish, but I’d like to see you healed sooner rather than later so we can move forward together.”

  “You want met to talk to a shrink?” I ask with an incredulous laugh.

  “There’s nothing dishonorable about it. I’ll foot the bill,” he offers, suddenly serious. “Like I said, I’ll do whatever it takes.”

  “I’m damaged,” I remind him as a set of tears break free. “It’s guaranteed I’ll fuck up again. It kills me to think that I could hurt you again. You deserve so much better.”

  “Can’t imagine anything better than you,” he says with a bright laugh. His thumb swipes away my tears. “And as long as you promise to try your hardest, I’ll roll with the punches.”

  Regret burns through my chest. “I don’t want to hurt,” I whisper, brushing my thumb along the swell of his lips.

  “Then don’t.”

  Lowering his head, he catches my lower lip in his mouth, drawing me closer with his free hand. Whimpering, I deepen the kiss and grab his stubbled jaw, ready to crawl into his arms and let the rest of the world disappear. A deft hand goes to work in unhooking my bra beneath my shirt before reaching back around front to cup one of my breasts, and pinch its nipple.

  I moan inside Colt’s mouth, rubbing my swollen pussy against his leg. “I fucking want this, Colt, I really do,” I whisper, bringing a hand down to the bulge in his pants. “I want you. In every way.”

  “Those words are music to my ears,” he answers with a growl, capturing my chin in his hand and meeting my leaded gaze. “If you don’t mind, I’d really like to go back to my room now and fuck the shit out of my girl.”

  “Those words are music to my ears,” I reply, grinning. Catching his bottom lip between my teeth, I step back and take his hand, pulling him back toward his bedroom. “If makeup sex is as good as they say, I have a feeling we’re gonna be up all night.” And there’s no place I'd rather be than in my man's arms.

  25

  Removing Colt’s sling and maneuvering his shirt around his wounded shoulder only stalls the excitement for a minute or two before we’re both stripped naked and standing beside his bed. Cradling his face in my hands, I tenderly kiss a path around the scabbed scrapes on his cheeks and chin, tilting his head down so I can brush my lips over each of his untouched eyelids. This man has quickly become my everything.

  Even though it’s still not enough, it’s another way of showing him my growing regret for all the shitty things I’ve done and how much I wish I could take everything back.

  Colt takes my hand as he climbs onto the bed, a delightful grin pressed to his lips as he sits back and waits for me. A strange shyness comes over me as I stand and drink in his marvelous body. Smooth muscles stretched across his inked chest and hard stomach that ripple when he moves, sun-kissed skin only marred by a small patch of gauze taped over the gunshot wound on his shoulder, clear blue eyes watching in amusement are just a small fraction of what makes him so damn hot and irresistible.

  “C’mon, darlin’,” he pleads with a seductive smile, motioning with his head. “Don't make me wait any longer to touch that gorgeous body.” He tugs on my arm until I give in and crawl onto the bed at his side.

  Body aching with need, I carefully nudge him onto his back so I’m able to freely explore his inked skin with my lips and tongue. Growls vibrate inside his throat as he catches a stiff nipple between his fingers, rubbing his calloused thumb over it repeatedly until moisture pools between my thighs.

  I make my way back up to his mouth, kissing and sucking so hard and with so much passion I swear I’ll pass out. He devours me with the same level of yearning, cupping the back of my head and sucking on my tongue until I’m dizzy.

  Lungs burning with a need for air, I draw back and stare into his eyes, panting. The air around us crackles with sexual tension and raw emotions, both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time.

  Sweet Jesus, this gorgeous man fucks with my head in so many different ways just by existing. It’s going to take an army of shrinks to help me deal with all these unfamiliar feelings. Holy hell. So this is what it feels like to bare both your body and soul.

  “You make me feel alive again,” I whisper. “I didn’t think I could ever feel that way again.”

  Colt’s eyes blaze with feral hunger. “Bein’ with you makes me the happiest fuckin’ man alive.” A hand slips between my thighs and skilled fingers push against my throbbing warm folds, instantly soaked with my desire. “And this beautiful pussy makes my cock insane.”

  With a wide grin, I spread my legs and mount his swollen tip, savoring the delicious feel of his hard length slowly filling me as I sink down over it. Colt groans and digs his fingertips into my hips as his head tilts back. It feels like we’ve found utopia. I wish I could stay in this position forever.

  As I tower high above him, rocking my hips to match the thrusts of his glorious cock inside of me, our eyes make an intense connection and the rest of the world disappears.

  I’m not prepared for the tsunami of feelings that crash into my chest, or the way my heart swells when gazing into his beautiful blue eyes to see the soul of the man looking back at me. Holy shit. There’s no stopping the tears that fill my eyes and no denying the foreign feeling possessing my entire body. Not only is my body naked, my soul is exposed too and, for once, it feels just right.

  “I love you, Colt,” I whimper.

  A self-righteous smile stretches across his face. “Already knew that,” he answers, using his good arm to pull me down to him. Cocky bastard.

  Our lips mash for a kiss of epic prop
ortions—more tender and powerful than I've ever felt. A kiss that expresses our love. Arms wrap around me, bringing my body flush against his. A pain-induced grunt rumbles inside his throat when we roll around to our sides, but he doesn’t stop until I’m on my back. Propped on one arm, his mouth pays equal attention to my sensitive nipples, biting and sucking and licking. I arch my back and grab a chunk of his hair in my fist. “Fuck me, Colt.”

  “Not yet, darlin’,” he answer with a sadistic laugh. “I’ve been dreamin’ about gettin’ another taste of you for days.”

  Lowering down between my legs, his warm breath on my sensitive flesh sends tingles rippling down through my core. He settles back on his legs, lifting one of my legs over his good shoulder. Then he bends down to capture my inner lips in his mouth, slipping his skilled tongue through and ripping a pleasurable cry from my throat. I grip the sheets with one hand, the top of his thick hair with another. “Sweet Jesus,” I hiss. “That feels so good. Don’t fucking stop!”

  He sucks on me gently, relieving the building ache, and making me want him inside me even more. The flickering of his warm tongue and magic of his soft lips spreads a fire like napalm through me, blazing hot and sticky. Every tender suck and powerful lick hurtles me onto a new level of delight until I’m twisting and thrashing, begging him for release. Then a firm set of fingers stroke my clit and my world explodes in a flurry of heightened senses and glorious bliss.

  “Oh…God! Colt!” Arching my back, I revel in the amazing feeling of my sweet spot being realized, colors exploding inside my mind. When my mouth pops open to release a loud cry, Colt’s mouth appears to absorb it all until I’m able to function enough to kiss him back, tasting myself on his tongue. A tender hand strokes my face as his deft lips and tongue bring me back down to earth.