Tripp (Knights Corruption MC Series Book 4)

by S. Nelson

  Probability of relation . . . 0%

  I read it again just to be sure. Releasing a breath, one I hadn’t even realized I held trapped in my lungs, I looked over to Stone and slowly shook my head, making sure to accompany the gesture with a grin.

  “Oh, thank God,” I heard Ryder say under his breath, understanding quickly spreading to Jagger and Trigger as well.

  The rustle of Stone’s cut bristled in the silence. I saw his grip on Marek’s shoulders tighten. “She’s not your sister, man.” Marek raised his head. “Psych wasn’t your ol’ man, which means Sully is not related to you.”

  I thought Marek would’ve been elated, but instead he crumpled to the floor and the eeriest sob escaped. “Motherfucker. I can’t . . . can’t believe I push . . . pushed her away,” he cried out, knocking his head against the wall a couple times. Stone sank to the floor beside him and threw his arm around his shoulder before looking to us and jerking his head toward the door. We understood right away, all of us disappearing from the room so they could have some privacy.

  If anyone had any chance of consoling Marek, it was his best friend.

  Reece

  The next several weeks passed way too quickly for my taste, but at least Tripp had remained in my life. Even after everything with Rick happened he stayed true to his word and stuck around, insisting I stay at his place with him.

  “I want to talk to you about something,” I said, tugging on the hem of my nightshirt as I walked toward the bed.

  He swung his legs over the side and reached for his phone. Quickly checking a text, an annoyed expression passed over his face before he placed the device on the nightstand. “If this is about you paying for shit, I told you I don’t want your money.” He leaned back on his elbows, his nakedness completely distracting me. The way his muscles flexed with any simple movement entranced me. The man had the most amazing body, and I knew he was using it to sidetrack me. “My eyes are up here,” he joked when he saw I’d been staring at . . . well, all of him.

  “Very funny, but I’m serious.”

  “Then if you’re so serious stop gawking at me like I’m a piece of meat.” With one sudden movement, he hopped off the bed and picked me up off my feet, hooking my legs around his waist before I even realized what he was doing. “Or maybe some meat is exactly what you need right now.”

  “I told you we can’t do that. Not for the next couple days.” A mischievous grin appeared on his gorgeous face. “What?”

  “There’s always the back door.” I gave him a blank stare. “You know . . . anal,” he clarified, just in case I’d been confused on what ‘back door’ had meant, which I wasn’t.

  “Are you serious?”

  His only response was to wriggle his brows.

  I gripped the back of his hair and tugged. “If you think for one second I’m gonna let you stick that anaconda in my ass, you’re crazy.”

  “Anaconda?” He laughed at my word choice, but that was exactly what his dick was.

  No way. Not gonna happen.

  “Fine. For now. We’ll work up to it.”

  I attempted to object but he silenced me with his mouth, his tongue teasing my bottom lip before deepening the kiss. One hand gripped my backside, anchoring me to him, while the other held the back of my head, his fingers seizing my hair and positioning me exactly how he wanted. Tripp took control every time we’d been intimate, and this time was no different.

  “Wanna wash up?” Already en route to the bathroom, his strong legs carried us toward the shower. Placing me on top of the vanity, he spun around and turned on the faucet, testing the water until it heated to the temperature he wanted.

  While his back was to me, I removed my nightshirt. The only piece of clothing remaining was my black panties. When Tripp caught sight of me topless he groaned, reaching for his cock which already seemed painfully hard.

  “What are you doing to me, woman?”

  “What? We’re gonna take a shower, aren’t we? Well, I have to get naked before I get in, don’t I?”

  “Yeah, I guess.” His eyes roamed my entire body, and when I hopped down from the counter and lowered my panties, he growled—literally growled, like some kind of hedonistic animal. It was extremely hot.

  “Give me a minute and maybe I’ll think about giving you some. As long as we’re in the shower,” I made sure to add. I acted like I was doing him some kind of favor, but in reality it was me who was going crazy over not being able to have sex with him. Tripp had become like some sort of drug. The way his touch ignited my skin. The way he looked at me, which made my body hum. The way his kiss made me wet. The way he moved his body when deep inside me like the most blissful, erotic escapade.

  “Hurry up.” He disappeared, but not before giving me one of his famous smirks.

  I called for him to come back inside once I’d finished taking care of necessary business, stepping under the water while I waited for him to appear. A gust of air cooled my skin when Tripp opened the shower door. I soaked in the sight of him, taking my time raking my gaze over every inch of his body. When my eyes landed on his, he smiled. No smirk, no mischievous grin, just an honest-to-goodness happy, peaceful, enthralled smile.

  Clicking the door shut, he backed me against the far wall, slowly reached for my hands and pulled them above my head. “Tell me you want me,” he instructed, dipping his head and kissing my neck, licking and sucking until his lips nipped my earlobe. “Tell me how much you want me to fuck you.” His warm breath triggered goose bumps across my skin.

  “Yes,” I panted, licking my lips and praying he’d kiss me again soon.

  “Nope. Not what I wanna hear.” His teeth snagged my lower lip, the quick shot of pain exciting me more than I thought possible. “I want you to tell me how badly you want my cock. Don’t be shy either.” His hold on my arms tightened while his lower half held me in place, the cool tiles warring with the heat of the spray.

  I wasn’t particularly skilled in the art of dirty talk, but if Tripp wanted to hear some filthy things then I’d try. But first I was gonna have some fun.

  “I love your big penis,” I moaned, holding back the smile threatening to give me away.

  He pulled back, and the faux irritated look on his face was already making the corners of my lips twitch. “What the hell, Reece? ‘Penis’ is such an unsexy word. In fact, I can feel my penis deflating as we speak.” He was lying, of course; his arousal was hard and thick, pressing against my belly. “Try again,” he urged.

  I kissed him quickly before pursing my lips as if in deep thought about what I should say. “I’d love for your cock. . . .” I paused for effect, to which his eyes lit up. “ . . . to fill my vagina—” Tripp cut me off before I could continue with my ‘sexy talk.’

  “No vagina either.”

  I couldn’t help it, the laugh I’d been holding bursting forth.

  “I knew you were fuckin’ with me.” He chuckled, reaching down and lifting me up the wall. “Stop messin’ around and tell me what I wanna hear or else.”

  I wrapped my legs around his waist and anchored myself to him. “Or else what?”

  “Or else I’ll spank that plump ass of yours,” he threatened, the tilt of his mouth telling me he might just like to do that.

  “You keep threatening to spank me. What if I want you to?” I teased, biting my lip while waiting for his reaction, which was immediate.

  “Then I’d say that in a couple days when we can really play, I’ll redden your ass, all while making you beg for me to fuck you hard.”

  I swore my temperature rose ten degrees, and it had nothing to do with the hot water raining down on me. “Well, until then. . . .” I took a deep breath, and leaned in to lick the shell of his earlobe before spouting, “I want your big, thick cock deep inside me.” His muscles tensed. “I want you to fuck me like you’ve always wanted. Don’t hold back.”

  “Fuck me,” he growled before releasing my hands and unhooking my legs from around his waist. He didn’t say another wor
d, instead surprising me by spinning me around as soon as my feet hit the floor of the shower and pushing between my shoulder blades to bend me over.

  “What are you doing?” I stupidly asked, knowing damn well what he had planned.

  “I’m gonna take you from behind,” he answered, his authoritative tone screaming for me to obey without reserve. “Brace yourself against the wall.”

  As my hands connected with the tile, he palmed my breasts, teasing one and then the other until my nipples were painfully erect. “Spread your legs for me, baby. Good.” The sounds of the water and our heady breathing were quite intoxicating. Anticipation licked at my insides, warmth flooding me with eagerness and hunger. As I opened my mouth to plead with him to give me what I needed, he aligned himself at my entrance and slowly pushed inside.

  “Yes,” was all I could manage to say as he worked himself in inch by inch. At that angle I took him deeper, his thickness hitting against the sensitive spot inside me. He grabbed my hips and dug his fingers into my skin, pushing in and then pulling back, his cock electrifying all my nerve endings as he thrust in and out of me.

  “You feel amazing,” he panted, his grip bordering on painful. “I can’t get enough. I don’t ever wanna stop,” he confessed, driving me higher and higher toward a place I’d quickly become addicted to. His touch had awoken me, promising me a life I’d never dreamed possible before I’d met him.

  I moaned his name over and over as the first wave of my orgasm crested, pushing back against him every time he drove himself deep. Tripp was still holding back. I could feel it in the way his fingers bruised me, his muscles tensing when he thought he pushed too hard.

  “Let go, Tripp. Take me how you want,” I begged, my muscles beginning to clench in pleasure.

  “I’ll hurt you,” he said, continuing to drive me insane with his body. “I . . . I can’t,” he mumbled, the spray of the shower muffling his refusal.

  “Oh God!” I cried out. “I’m gonna come.” My lungs seized my breaths as I rushed toward ecstasy at top speed. “Oh . . . Tripp . . . please. Please let go and fuck me.” I steadied myself when a string of expletives flew from his mouth. Within seconds his grip punished me while his body destroyed mine. His harsh thrusts swirled pain and pleasure into the most beautiful, mind-numbing feeling.

  “Goddammit!” he roared, pulling me back until I was flush against his chest. He rocked into my body over and over until he pushed me over the edge, free-falling so deliciously I couldn’t think straight.

  Euphoria.

  It was the only word I could think of to describe the way he made me feel. He fell right after me, the warmth of his seed filling me, making me even slicker.

  Our bodies continued to glide together, slowing with the passing moments. Still pressed against one another, he turned my face toward his, his lips drifting over mine before he demanded more from me. The man certainly knew how to kiss, that was for damn sure. Our tongues battled, his taste slowly imprinting on me for life.

  All too soon, he slipped from my body and turned me to face him. “Did I hurt you?” He genuinely seemed concerned, and it was sweet.

  “Nothing that won’t pass in a few minutes,” I assured. I knew my answer was sort of cryptic but I didn’t want to tell him that he had hurt me a little, especially after I begged him to let go and fuck me with wild abandon. Truth was Tripp was overly large, so sex with him so far had been slightly painful, but the pleasure he evoked definitely outweighed the twinge of discomfort.

  Tripp frowned at my response but when I rose up on my tippy toes and linked my fingers behind his neck, he relaxed. Pressing my lips to his, all of the worry quickly evaporated. His posture relaxed and we melded together.

  “I’m clean,” he blurted.

  “Oh, you wanna get out of the shower now?” I asked, confused by his sudden statement.

  “No. What I meant was that I’m clean. You know, no rashes or shit down below,” he joked, chuckling when I realized what he’d meant.

  “Oh. Good. Yeah, I guess we should have discussed that before going bareback, huh?”

  How could I have been so careless? I seemed to lose all reason as soon as Tripp looked at me, let alone touched me. “I got tested at my annual exam, and since Rick and I hadn’t had sex for a few months prior. . . .”

  I stopped talking when Tripp’s jaw muscles clenched and his nose flared in anger. He pushed away from me and flexed his hands at his sides.

  “The last fucking thing I wanna picture is you with that prick.” I’d seen Tripp angry before, usually when he was defending me, but his reaction right then was different. It was like he was upset with me, a feeling I certainly didn’t like.

  I lowered my head and apologized. “Sorry, I just wanted to let you know that you’re safe.” I stared at his feet, fearing that if I looked back up at him I’d start to ramble and reveal something else he didn’t want to hear.

  “Shit,” he mumbled. Hooking his finger under my chin, he raised my head until our eyes met. “Listen, Reece. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you like that. I just don’t ever want to hear that bastard’s name. I can’t fathom the thought of him touching you. And what he did to you . . . I should have done more than had his legs broken.”

  “No, you shouldn’t have. I don’t want you any more involved than you already are.” It was the truth. While Rick deserved worse than having his legs broken, I didn’t want his evilness to infect Tripp, making him feel as if he had to deal with Rick on my behalf. Silence wrapped around us both, and before things became tense between us, I decided to change the topic.

  “Are you ever going to invite me to your club?” I would’ve been lying if I’d said I wasn’t curious about where Tripp spent a lot of his time. I didn’t even know if women were allowed there, but it couldn’t hurt to ask.

  “Funny you should ask,” he answered.

  Tripp

  “I’m nervous,” she whispered, fidgeting in the passenger seat of my new truck. Reece continued to be adamant about not riding on the back of my bike, something which I was definitely gonna remedy someday soon, so I went out and purchased something she felt safe riding in for the time being.

  “Don’t be. They’re gonna love you.” Reece had been a bundle of nerves ever since I asked her to come with me to Riley’s baptism. She smiled but I knew she was on edge, and no matter how much I tried to calm her, my efforts were useless.

  Stone and Addy had finally set a date to have Riley’s ceremony at the clubhouse, and the day had arrived. That precious little girl was the apple of not only her parents’ eyes but the rest of us as well. I tried not to fawn all over her whenever they brought her around, but she stole my heart. So innocent. When she looked up at me, I saw the trust in her eyes. Her tiny smile always made me happy, even when I’d had the shittiest day. It wasn’t until I met Reece that I had even entertained the idea of having one of my own, although it was way too soon in our relationship to even discuss something like that. But nonetheless, the thoughts were forming.

  “Do I look okay?” she asked, fiddling with the hem of her light blue dress.

  “You’re gorgeous,” I confirmed. When she’d strolled into the living room earlier that day and twirled around, I caught sight of the back of her dress. The majority of her skin was exposed. She’d worried it wasn’t appropriate, but with the hemline hitting just above her knee and the dress covering everything in front, it was more than suitable. Before we left the house, however, I showed her just how sexy I thought she looked, my desire for her uncontrollable as I backed her against the nearest wall, lifted her dress, moved her flimsy panties to the side and devoured her. Her taste was still on my tongue.

  Pulling off the main highway, I drove another half mile until I reached the compound. The gate was open and manned by a few of the newest prospects. If these guys turned out to be half the man Jagger was, our club would be stronger than ever.

  Once inside I easily found a space, most of the lot still empty. Once I’d killed the
engine I glanced over at Reece, the anxious flush of her cheeks making my dick twitch. She reached for the door handle but I stopped her. “Here, let me get that for you. One second.” I jumped out and hurriedly walked around the back, coming to stand by her side in a few seconds flat. I extended my hand as soon as I opened the door, the heat from her palm promising the warmth her body would provide mine once this shindig was over.

  Leaning down I placed a chaste kiss on her mouth, knowing she was anxious and doing my best to try and calm her. “You’ll be fine. Trust me. After about ten minutes, it’ll be like you’ve known them forever. The women are super cool, so you’ll have no problem there. The guys are as well, although if I notice any of them being too nice, don’t get freaked out if I let them know about it.” I winked, but she knew from the tone of my voice that I was deadly serious on that last point.

  “Oh stop,” she chided, slapping my arm in mock annoyance, doing anything she could to help ease her worries.

  I walked beside her, my hand resting on the middle of her back. My fingers brushed back and forth over her bare skin. “I hate that you’re showing so much skin,” I rumbled.

  She stopped walking and turned toward me. “You don’t like my dress? Why didn’t you say something back at the house? I know my back is exposed, but I thought you said it was appropriate for today. Besides, I’m not showing any cleavage or anything.” She would have continued to ramble had I not interrupted her.

  “Calm down, baby. I just meant that I hate that you’re showing any skin. Not because the dress isn’t nice, because it is, but every fucker here is gonna notice.” I tried to smile but my expression was strained. “You look gorgeous. Stop freakin’ out.” I snatched her hand and led her the rest of the way through the large open lot.

  Stone and Adelaide had picked a perfect day. The sun was shining and the light breeze helped to soothe the midday heat. A large tent with numerous tables and chairs littered the grounds, providing shade and seating for everyone attending.