RAW: THE ULTIMATE MC COLLECTION

by Palomino, Honey

  “Well, whatever. I don’t know, it just bothers me…” her voice trailed off, and she avoided my eyes.

  “Lacey,” I said. “Please look at me.”

  She wouldn’t.

  “Lacey, why does it bother you?”

  Her voice shook as she turned towards me.

  “Look, the only violence I’ve seen was always directed towards me, and it sure as hell wasn’t out of love or fun.”

  “I’m so sorry that happened to you, sweetheart,” I said, closing the distance between us, not sure if she would let me close to her, but thanking the heavens that she didn’t shrink away when I did.

  I reached up to push a strand of hair from her face, and the sight of my bloody knuckles stopped me cold. I smiled at her, shrugging.

  “I don’t want to get blood on you,” I said, pulling away. I sat on her bed and she sat next to me. “I’m sorry I upset you, babe. I had no idea that would happen, but I should have thought it through a little better.”

  She looked away, silently accusing me of who-knows-what? Of being a monster? She had no idea how right she was, if that was what she was thinking. But not anymore.

  “I want to tell you a story. You saw my bag, I told you I was a fighter before, and when you asked why I stopped, I changed the subject.” I took a deep breath, the memories flooding back like a burst dam. “ I don’t like to talk about it…but…well, fuck, there’s no other way to say it - I - I killed a guy. In my first fight.”

  She turned to look at me, but this time, I turned away. I couldn’t meet her eyes. Not while I was right there, back in the ring.

  “I don’t know how it happened, the odds of that shit actually going down on someone’s first real fight are astronomical, but it happened. To me.”

  “What happened afterwards?” she asked quietly.

  “Nothing. After that, I couldn’t fight anymore.”

  “That’s awful, I’m so sorry, Riot,” she said, her voice soft and tender.

  “I loved fighting.” I continued, the words flowing easier now. “It was in my bones. Once I realized I could do it, it was all I ever thought about. I had bet my whole future on these hands, on my dream.” I put my hands out in front of me, looking at them. My weapons. “And I got burned. I did it too well. Or, I did it all wrong. However you want to look at. Either way, I’m a fucking murderer.”

  Finally, I turned to face her, the tenderness in her eyes a sweet salve on the wound I had just reopened.

  “That’s why it’s safe with me and Slade. He’s the only person I fight, unless I have to defend myself, which is rare these days. Most people are smart enough not to fuck with a God. Having this patch, having the brotherhood, that keeps me from having to fight.”

  “So, I’m sorry I scared you, but I want you to know I would never hurt someone willingly.”

  “It’s okay,” she said, a tentative smile lingering on her lips. “I guess I’m just not much of a fighter.”

  I peered into her eyes and shook my head, once again, completely dumbfounded at the beauty I found there.

  “Seems to me, that’s exactly what you are. You’ve been through so much, Lacey. Unthinkable things. Things that most people wouldn’t have survived. But you did.” I reached up again, cupping her chin and brushing my lips with hers gently, before I continued. “You fought. You won, baby. You won by living through all the shit, you struggled through it, and you did it all on your own, with help from not one single person. You’re a warrior, Lacey. Don’t you dare forget that.”

  I kissed her again, stood up and pulled her into my arms.

  “You’re the most badass fighter I’ve ever known, Lacey Hope Carrington,” I said, looking into those green depths.

  She laid her head on my chest, and wrapped her arms around me. Once again, despite my willing it to go away, my cock twitched and hardened in my jeans.

  I should be able to control myself more. I was pissed that I couldn’t, that my fucking body had more control than I did. I wanted to be a good man for her, not just another asshole in the line of assholes that had treated her badly.

  I needed to do the right thing.

  And as soon as she turned her stunning eyes up to me again, the tears drying on her cheeks, the desire burned right through me, and I couldn’t stop myself.

  I caught her lips in mine, and the passion came rushing in, my mouth possessing hers, my tongue parting her lips and darting inside, twirling with hers searchingly, the longing for closeness so strong, so necessary, so intense that I began to press into her until my cock throbbed and rubbed against her wantonly.

  She gasped in surprise, and reality came crashing back down, knocking me out of my lusty haze and reminding me that I was doing everything I had vowed not to. Again.

  “Shit.” I muttered, pulling away from her. “Lacey, I’m so sorry. I’m a shit.”

  “No, I…” Her lips were red and swollen, and I shook my head, the feelings so fucking overwhelming I was beginning to lose any faith I had in doing the right thing.

  I turned away, opened the door, and walked out into the hall, closing the door behind me, leaving her all alone. I swallowed hard, and thundered down the hallway, out the front door past all the gawking Gods, and into the dark sanctuary of the night.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  Lacey

  The door closed and the tears fell down my cheeks. Riot was hot and cold, and I didn’t know what the hell to think. He had kissed me again like he did the first time, and then he just left me alone.

  I was so confused, so full of uncertainty, so fucking lost that I couldn’t see straight.

  You killed Monty, the voice returned.

  “Fuck you!” I replied out loud. “Monty fucking deserved it, goddammit!”

  Riot’s words rang in my head…’you’re a fighter’…he had said. Was he right? Or was I just a submissive victim? Why hadn’t I managed to kill Monty sooner? Or at least left? The beatings did their job, I guess, because until I had been arrested, until I had that card and Grace’s number in my bra, I had never even assigned escaping as an actual possibility.

  Something in me had snapped.

  I wasn’t that woman anymore.

  Sure, it had been such an incredibly short time, merely days, and I could still feel the pain of the bruises Monty had left me covered in, I could still see his dead, empty eyes staring at me every time I closed my own, but I was so fucking ready to move on, to start a new life, to get as far away from my past as I possibly could, and as fast as possible, too.

  I needed that.

  I needed to feel and experience all the things that I had missed. And right now, tonight, that meant Riot. Riot’s passion. Riot’s lust. Riot’s caress. His gentleness and his intense masculine strength all at the same time. I wanted everything he could give me.

  And I wanted it right now.

  I threw open the door, running down the hallway after him. As I reached the living room, Cherry’s eyes locked onto mine, and she nodded encouragingly, pointing to the front door.

  “Thank you,” I mouthed, running out the front door. I saw the flashlight on the railing, grabbed it and ran to the one place I knew I would find him.

  When I reached his spot, his back was to me. He was pummeling the bag, bare-fisted, his shirt thrown on the rock behind him, and a light sheen of sweat covering his tattooed back, shimmering under the moonlight.

  I stopped short, watching him from a distance through the trees.

  He had called me a warrior, but he was the true warrior. I gazed in awe at his strength as blow after blow landed on the swinging bag.

  Warmth and desire washed over me as I watched his savage display of pure masculinity. I wanted those hands on me, pushing and pulling on my flesh, I wanted to feel him inside me, filled up with his passion for me. I ran through the trees, and he stopped punching when he heard me behind him.

  “Lacey, I —,”

  I held up a hand to stop him.

  “No, listen to me, Riot, please?” I
pleaded. He stood in front of me, the fire in his eyes a threat to my very sanity as I searched for the right words. “Look, I understand what you’re trying to do. Holding back. Wanting to be gentle. And I appreciate it, I really do, so much. But um…” Shyness threatened to overtake me, but I pushed it away. “Look, I need this. You. Me. Whatever this is between us…I need to know what it feels like to say yes. To be wanted, because you want me. Not because you’re paying for me. Not because you own me. But because you want me just for me. I want to…I need to…know what that feels like. You don’t have to be gentle with me, Riot. I can take it, I promise. I - I - I’ll love it, I want it, I want you…please, Riot, please show me everything I’ve missed, please show me what it’s really supposed to be like…” I was begging now, but I didn’t care.

  His eyes darkened with first confusion, then realization, and then the savage passion I had glimpsed earlier. He walked to me, his lips landing on mine in a fury of lust and I met his intensity as much as I could. I was breathless, my knees weakening as he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close, possessing me and yet somehow, I knew I was still the one in charge.

  I had asked for it. And he was going to give it to me.

  “Lacey…” his voice was thick with emotion as he tore his lips from mine. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes, Riot, please…now, right here, right now…I want to feel you, all of you, please…I just want to forget everything and feel normal for just a little while…please…"

  His lips crashed onto mine again and we sank down onto the forest floor, our bed a layer of fallen pine needles. His weight fell on me deliciously, his naked, muscular, tattooed chest pressed hard against mine as I pushed up towards him, and wrapped my legs around his hips.

  His kisses grew deeper, stronger, more demanding as he devoured me. Hands trailed over flesh, the need for feeling every inch of him so strong that I felt like I was on fire with it. I wanted to know him. All of him. And I wanted him to know me. Whatever was left of me, I wanted to give it to him.

  His hands found the bottom of my t-shirt, tugging it over my head. I reached behind me, unclasping my bra and throwing it to the side.

  He gasped and I looked up to meet his gaze. His eyes raged in the moonlight, his hands finding their way to my hardened nipples and heaving breasts. With rough fingers, he traced my moonlit curves, and I melted under his touch.

  I pulled him closer with my thighs, his hard cock throbbing against me as I lifted my hips, pressing up into him wantonly, wanting to make it very clear how much I wanted him. He felt huge against me, and I shivered in anticipation as I reached down and pulled at the buttons on his jeans.

  One quick pull down over his hips, and his cock sprang forth between us. He groaned as I slipped my hand around him, stroking his massiveness boldly in the dark. His hips bucked, his lips found mine again, and we rocked against each other, moaning through our kisses, the electric heat of the moment fueling our fiery intensity.

  Riot pulled his mouth from mine, groaned and began trailing his kisses down my neck and chest, his tongue dipping between my bare breasts, licking and nibbling at my nipples as his hand snaked down and began working at the snap and zipper of my jeans. I unwrapped my thighs reluctantly from his hips, raising up so he could pull them down. I kicked off my shoes, and he pulled them off all the way.

  I lay panting in front of him, wearing nothing but my black panties and a few errant leaves and pine needles that had tangled in my hair. He stood up, removing his jeans and boots and throwing them in the pile. He stood naked over me, his burly beauty highlighted by the shadows the moonlit trees threw over his sculpted frame.

  He was pure savage masculinity, and with the backdrop of the raw nature surrounding us, he looked right at home, a wild creature of the forest himself.

  “Lacey,” he grunted, as he kneeled down, hovering over me, the heat in his eyes almost too much to take. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

  My heart soared. I smiled up at him and wrapped my bare thighs around his naked hips.

  “Please, Riot…” I pleaded, all thoughts of anything but him faded from my mind. “Now, baby, please…please…”

  He pressed forward, and slipped into me smoothly, his throbbing need filling me completely in one swift thrust. I gasped, my eyes widening as I met his gaze, and I melted into the Earth below, waves of delicious pleasure washing over my body as he began moving his hips, slowly moving in and out of me as he watched my face for any sign of resistance.

  He would never find it.

  A wildfire of pleasure spread through me, consuming my body with the need for him, for this night, for this moment, for this forest, this new life.

  “Yes, oh my god, Riot, yes…” Tears sprang to my eyes, and I let them fall, opening my heart for just this one, safe moment.

  Our bodies rocked against each other, melting into one, Riot’s heat obliterating anything outside of the two of us, our every movement urgent, desperate. I clung to him, holding on, digging into him with my heels, his hips rising and falling rhythmically as he sank into me over and over.

  I whimpered and moaned, every word lost in sensual ecstasy before they could escape from my lips. But words weren’t necessary. Riot gave me exactly what I needed from him. He pushed into me, each stroke a lesson in intention - purposeful, strong, precise. The subtle movements of his hands, his hips, his mouth, all skillfully pulling me away from reality and into this magical fantasy of scorching passion.

  My hands trailed down to his ass, his muscles flexing under my fingertips with each thrust, each push, each pull away and smooth plunge back into my center.

  It had never been like this, this pure rawness mixed with such tender sensuality. I lost myself in Riot’s arms, the past melting away from my mind, from my body, leaving nothing but right here, right now, this night under this moon, with this perfect, strong, brutally sexy man.

  His breath quickened along with his pace, and soon we were slamming together, over and over, harder and harder, until we reached the edge of consciousness, the heat of our bodies crashing into each other, building the energy and chemistry between us until we exploded into a fiery ball of passion, our souls mingling together above us, and floating away into the moonlit sky, until we lay panting, breathless, spent in each other’s arms. The only thing left existing in our world was the pounding rhythm that our beating hearts fell into together.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  Riot

  Sunlight burned through my window, the heat searing my back as I sank my swollen cock back into Lacey’s deliciously sensual center.

  We hadn’t slept. I couldn’t get enough of her, and the dance of wonder and delight playing across her face with every stroke, every lick, every kiss was intoxicating and addicting.

  She moaned, purred, bucked and clawed at me as I unleashed my passion on every inch of her. She tasted like fresh, sweet cherries, and I spent hours tasting her, starting so slow she was whimpering, drawing her pleasure out of her with purposeful strokes of my tongue and nibbling and sucking and licking until she was writhing on the bed below me, a beautiful masterpiece of feminine bliss.

  I had never felt more like a man in my life. The years of boxing, being a God, riding, fighting with Slade - none of that had compared to the deep, savage masculinity that coursed through my veins as I watched her come to life under my fingertips.

  By the time the birds had started chirping, I was afraid I would hurt her if we didn’t stop soon. But she was so willing, so wet, so blissed-out, that no matter how many times she came, she wanted more and more.

  Luckily, my cock was happily up to the task.

  Our bodies fit together perfectly, her soft pussy wrapped around me, along with her sexy legs, and we rocked together in the sunlight, our kisses soft, wet, gentle.

  I felt like we had been kissing each other all our lives.

  Thoughts of the future kept creeping in the back of my mind, and instead of letting them take over, I ke
pt making love to her, afraid to stop, afraid to let her go, afraid that if we stopped we would never get back to this heavenly place we had discovered together.

  Shuddering, our bodies once again crashed into an explosion of heat as we came together. We were drenched in sweat, our bodies sliding together sensuously as I kissed her deeply, as she moaned and cooed.

  Gently, I slid out of her, laying down beside her and pulling her to me. She laid her head on my chest, and closed her eyes and we drifted off to sleep for the first time.

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  Lacey

  I woke up to the hot afternoon sun scorching my bare skin. Riot’s bed was right next to the window, and despite all the trees surrounding the clubhouse, his room was in the one unprotected spot. The heat was brutal, and I raised my head to look around.

  Riot was nowhere to be seen.

  I sighed, stretched and smiled the biggest smile I had ever smiled in my life. He was amazing. The things he had done to my body were amazing. I had never felt so alive.

  I was free.

  I was happy.

  I jumped up, dressed, and ran back down the hall to my room. I had to pass the living room, but luckily, it was empty. I didn’t want to explain to anyone why I was coming out of Riot’s room.

  I jumped in the shower as soon as I reached my room, my smile still plastered across my face. My body was still singing from the intense pleasure I had felt with Riot. I knew I was missing out on a lot, but I had no idea I was missing out on that!

  I washed my hair, and a huge wave of gratitude washed over me. Riot was the most perceptive, intuitive lover, and he concentrated on making me shake, shudder and come all night and all morning.

  My lips, breasts and every inch of my flesh was still on fire with his touch. He had been gentle at the right times, and not so gentle exactly when I needed it.

  I didn’t know all the things that I read about in books had the potential of really happening. I thought happiness was a fairy tale, and the elusive man that actually cared about your pleasure was an illusion. Riot was quickly showing me something that was a complete contrast to any other experiences I had had.