by Aden Lowe
"Jakob, I need you. Yeah, I'll have to be a little careful, but if you don't make love to me right now, I...I don't know." She slid her fingers back down and up again. "Now, Jakob. Please."
How could a man resist that? "Promise you'll tell me if you need to stop?"
"I promise."
He groaned and took her mouth, exploring deep, stroking her tongue with his. He came up for breath and kissed along her jaw and licked his way down her neck. Her shirt was in the way, and he didn't have the patience to take it off her. Instead he grasped the neckline with both hands and pulled, ripping the worn fabric down the front. With her breasts revealed, he devoured first one and then the other.
Kate moaned and shifted restlessly, pulling him over her. The nails of one hand clutched at his ass. With a small sound of frustration, she dragged his underwear down over his hips, freeing his cock.
His hips rolled again, desperate need pounding through his veins.
"Now, Jakob…" Kate arched her hips, and pulling him to her.
He paused, breathing hard. "Are you sure, Kate?"
"Yes, now." She panted and her legs tightened around him.
He surrendered and slid inside her. Strong muscles rippled around him, compelling him deeper and deeper. His control hung by a thread, and when she pulled again, nails scoring his back, he lost it. He drove into her, shattered by his overpowering need.
She met every thrust and helped propel them toward something new, something he hadn't even known existed. She cried out, clinging to him, and her teeth sank into his shoulder. His orgasm struck hard and fast, leaving him powerless in her grasp.
Jakob had to admit, this woman owned him, body, heart and soul. He had to be with her forever.
Chapter Twenty Four: Falon
Falon stretched, automatically testing his tolerance for movement. The bullet wound was mostly healed, but still tender. Didn't matter, though. He and Rita were hitting the road. She needed to get back to her responsibilities at the Rattlesnake. And he still needed to bring Kellen in.
After the last few days, he almost dreaded to head back to their lives. They'd had time to get to know each other, and his earlier respect and like for her had grown into something completely different. Back in the real world, she would be busy, with no time to explore what might have grown between them.
Falon had no intention of giving up on Rita. Once he finished up with Kellen, he was going back to Stags Leap to stay. He would pester her until she either...well, he didn't know what the options might be. Yet.
Rita came out of Kate's house and the morning sun struck the black silk of her hair and his hands ached to sink into the mass and pull her to him. She wore the blue corset again, the one that begged him to open it and find the treasures it hid. This time, she'd left the denim vest off. He needed to taste the silky contours of her shoulders.
He took a deep breath, struggling to bring his urges back under control.
She approached, smiling up at him. "We all ready?"
He slipped one arm around her waist and stole a quick kiss. "Yeah, we are. You're anxious to get home?"
"In a way. But the last couple of days have been really nice, with nothing to do but spend time with you."
"Yeah, it has been nice." He swung onto the bike and waited while she took her position. Only minutes later, they were back on the road, headed for home.
The way her thighs hugged his hips proved to be a constant distraction. He couldn't help but remember the way they held him when he made love to her. He could spend the rest of his life searching, and he would never find another woman who made him feel the way Rita did.
The miles fell behind them and Falon sank deeper into his thoughts. The past reared its ugly head, reminding him what had happened the last time he thought he wanted a woman in his life forever. The pain of Chelsea's betrayal had dulled with time, but he would never have the strength to go through something like that again.
What did he really know about Rita? Sure, she'd shared the details of her past with him, and she seemed to want a future with him. At least, that's what he told himself when her body quaked in his arms. But she never mentioned it. She said nothing about the two of them together beyond the time they returned to Stags Leap. Of course, she never said anything about them apart, either.
More than anything, he wanted to trust her, wanted to tell her how he felt. But fear kept him silent.
They ended the first day in the town where his old friend had the shelter for teens in crisis. Falon had diverted their route specifically to check on the young would-be muggers, Daphne and Mason.
The bike drew a flurry of attention when they rolled up in front of the facility. Several young people came out to see and ask questions. Falon answered patiently, then asked where he might find his buddy.
"Oh, he's inside," a girl with spiked blue hair replied. "He had to meet with the lawyer again."
Concern tightened Falon's gut. Lawyers weren't necessarily a good thing for a facility like the one before them. "Thanks. I'll find him." He held the glass door for Rita and followed her inside.
The basic clinical facility had been converted to a warm, homey atmosphere. A handful of kids sprawled on a rug and played a board game. Several more sat at a table, bent over what appeared to be school work. At another table, the man he looked for sat talking cordially with a woman in a conservative suit.
Glancing up, his buddy spotted them. "Falon, I'm glad you're here. Come, have a seat."
Falon shook his head. "We can wait, you're busy."
"Oh, no, we're wrapping up. Daphne and Mason will be here in a few minutes. We have great news and I know they'd love to hear it from you."
Curious, Falon led Rita to the table and they sat. "How are they doing?"
"It's been hard, but they're good, and about to get better." He glanced at the woman in the suit. "This is the man who found them and sent them to me. Would you do the honors?"
The woman gave a shy smile. "When we heard their story, we had to investigate. We've tracked down the caseworker who put them in that place. And we got word today that she will be prosecuted for negligence. And the state has been convinced to award them a small settlement, to be held in trust and administered by the center. It will cover their expenses and education through college, if they choose to go. Or they will receive the remaining balance after they turn eighteen. This is exceedingly rare, but the things that happened to them were so heinous, the state felt compelled."
"Of course, the threat of taking the investigation public helped a great deal in making the state feel so compelled." The man laughed. A faint ding sounded, and he glanced at the door. "Daphne, Mason, come join us."
The kids did and Falon couldn't help but be pleased with the difference in them. They had both filled out and looked healthy. Even the haunted look had faded a little. They were excited to see him and Rita, and Daphne clutched Rita in a fierce hug. Falon had the privilege of delivering the good news before the center closed its doors to begin preparations for the evening. None of the kids objected to the curfew and chore sharing, seeming to realize the purpose behind it all.
Falon felt good as he and Rita left the facility and found a motel for the night. Again, he yearned to tell her his feelings. The best he could do was show her.
She seemed almost timid around him, as if she feared he was angry over something. After a quiet dinner, she went to get a shower.
His imagination consumed him, leaving him painfully aroused. Finally, Falon could take it no longer. He stripped and let himself quietly into the bathroom. Steam rolled from behind the curtain.
"Rita?"
She didn't answer for a moment. "Yeah?"
"Can I come in?"
Again she hesitated. "Of course. I was just getting out anyway."
His heart sank. He pulled the curtain back. "Rita, I don't want to shower alone. I want you."
Her eyes went huge. "Are you sure? I thought maybe you were ready to move on, or something. You've been quiet."
Falon bit his lip. "Rita, I thought you were ready to just go back to your life and walk out of mine." He stepped into the shower and dragged her against him.
Her wet skin seared him. "That's the last thing I want." She tiptoed and slipped her arms around his neck. "I want a lot more time with you." She drew his head down and silky lips clung to his.
Restraint went down the drain. He lifted her and cupped his hands under her ass to spread her legs and pulled them around his waist. He turned to place her shoulders against the wall. No teasing, no finesse. He needed to be inside her.
Rita moaned and lowered herself onto his hard-on, not waiting for him. He bent to kiss her driven by the need to possess her. And she didn't object. He was utterly lost, plunging into her. Nothing existed but her.
The water pounded on them as he pounded into her, driving them both to the pinnacle of pleasure. She moaned, close, and he slipped a hand between their bodies to find her clit. She gave a deep cry and locked around him. The detonation that had been building in his balls finally went off, leaving him gasping, barely able to support them both against the wall.
"Rita, I want a future with you."
She kissed him again as her legs slipped from around his waist. "Good. Because I'm not letting go any time soon."
Chapter Twenty Five: Kellen
Kellen rolled up the clubhouse, still furious with himself. That whole fucking job had been doomed from the start. He should have followed his instincts. Now four good Brothers lay dead. And while he knew Barger killed them, he held Alexander Blackwell ultimately responsible. Sure he'd like to get his hands on Barger. But with that unlikely, he'd settled for revenge on Blackwell.
The bastard had been released on bond and come home to find Kellen waiting. And had the balls to brag about his role in the whole thing, as if it had a successful outcome. Too disgusted to waste the energy killing the idiot, Kellen had beaten him. Alexander Blackwell now knew what a real outlaw was all about.
Being home always felt good, but this time, he missed something other than the deceased Hell Raiders. He grabbed his saddle bags and went into the house. Several people hung around but no one dared speak to him. He must look as nasty as he felt.
He headed straight for the shower. Maybe the hot water would carry away some of his bad mood. Somehow he doubted it.
Standing under the spray, he should be consumed with the need for revenge, but that fire was strangely absent. Had he lost his killer instinct? Would he have to leave the MC? He couldn't be the President and not have the balls to do what needed doing.
His muscles relaxed a little, some of the tension leaving. It didn't matter. None of it. He finished up and dried off, shaved carefully and headed naked for his room. In the hall, a nameless woman eyed him hungrily. They all wanted to be the President's Ol' Lady.
He looked her up and down and she gave a hopeful smile. "Sorry, honey, I'm taken." He pushed through the door into his room
What the hell made him say that?
His phone buzzed and his dick twitched with anticipation when Vicky's number came up. "What are you wearing?"
"I'm stuck at a stupid function my mother is holding. I snuck away to call you."
"I'm glad you did." Should he tell her he was home? An idea struck him. "Maybe you'll be able to get away later."
"I doubt it. This thing will last until evening. Any idea when you'll be home? No other pussy?"
He laughed a little. "No, no other pussy." He stared at the page in his little notebook with her home address. Tracking her down was the best idea he'd had in a long while. "Hey, I need to go take care of something. Be ready for me to call you in about two hours, okay?"
She sighed. "Okay. But hurry. If the Senator tries to look down my dress one more time, I might cut his throat."
Kellen laughed. "I'll hurry. Talk to you soon." He ended the call and dressed in a hurry.
He left the clubhouse in a much better mood than he'd entered it and climbed back on his bike. The almost two hour ride meant nothing and passed like a heartbeat.
The shaded street of the rich neighborhood filtered traffic noise from the houses, but he made sure they could all hear him, letting the Harley scream.
He paused at the curb and stared up at the big three-story Victorian. The driveway with its mini-parking lot was packed with maybe a dozen high dollar vehicles. The kind his boys would love to boost. He'd found the right place. Might as well go see her.
He turned into the driveway and rode up past all those fancy cars with his heart in his throat. Damn. He'd never been nervous about a woman before.
At the door, rather than dismount and ring the bell, he gunned the engine. The door opened in a matter of seconds and a man in a black tux stood there with a disapproving scowl. "Yes?"
"Wait." A female voice came from within. "That's for me, I think." She came forward, a stunning vision in royal blue silk and diamonds.
"Hey, little girl. You ready for the ride of your life?"
She turned to the man, whose jaw hung open. "Tell Mother I had to leave and give her my apologies." She bent and gave the hem of the silk dress a hard tug and the seam parted to the top of her thigh.
Kellen watched, fascinated, as she strode from the house in her designer high heels.
"I'm more than ready." She slung her leg over the back of his bike and pulled her hips up close. "Let's see what kind of trouble we can find."
He had a feeling he could just point them wherever the headlight wanted to go, and not stop until the tank was empty, and then just start over. Foolish. No woman was worth changing the way he did things.
Or was she?
The End
This concludes the Hunted Love series. I hope you enjoyed, and if you have a moment, please leave an honest review on Amazon.com and Goodreads.com.
If you missed the other books in the series, pick them up:
Big Game: Hunted Love #1
When a legendary predator decides prize horses should be on his menu, Kate takes the advice of her foreman and hires a big game hunter to track the mountain lion and remove the threat. The hunter arrives to take up the trail, but instead of the seasoned older man she expects, he's young and impossibly sexy.
Freshly back from deployment to Afghanistan as a special forces operative, Jakob needs to clear his head of the horrors of war. When his uncle dies, Jakob steps in to hunt down a mountain lion on the other side of the state. The prospect of several days in the wilderness with only his horses and dogs for company sounds like the ideal opportunity. Except the infuriating female rancher insists on going along for the ride.
Bounty: Hunted Love #2
Bounty hunter Falon Harris is asked to go after outlaw biker Tom Kellen and tracks him to where he's hiding out in Stags Leap, KY, laying low and waiting for the heat to pass. Rita James operates a busy tavern/grill and occasionally rents out the little camper trailer on her back lot. Figuring the tavern is the most logical place to watch for Kellen, Falon rents the trailer for a week. The first night, while he's having dinner and watching everything, Kellen shows up and starts giving Rita a hard time. The bartender puts a stop to it, but Falon gets the idea it's happened before. Knowing Kellen's past, he knows the biker won't take no for an answer for long.
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