Hotstreak: A Bad Boy New Adult Romance (Chaos, Nevada Book 2)

by Liz K. Lorde

  “Hell yeah,” Tyler responded, and Reagan went ‘oooh’.

  “Son,” I chastised, “you’re too young to be using that word. If mom knew you said that—“

  “But it’s a cool word. Jake always says it.” Reyes had to stifle his rumbly laugh, while Reagan whispered some advice in my ear on how I should tell mom.

  “Yes,” I said, bringing my arm to my boy’s shoulder and pulling him against me as we walked. “Hell is a cool word, but a word starts to lose it’s meaning if you say it too much.”

  Tyler chewed on the thought for a moment. Reyes added, “You only use cool words when you’re mom’s not around, got it, kid?”

  I shot him a look, muttering, “That’s not exactly what I meant.”

  Reyes shrugged as best he could with the weight of all the stuff he was carrying.

  “Tyler be a good little man and grab that box,” I instructed, and Ty promptly alleviated some of the weight off of Reyes.

  We reached the lake and put our feet into the warm, inviting waters. Casting our lines out into the clear, dark pool. The cool breeze of the wind ran her fingers through our hair, and the sun, burning bright, shone it’s shafts across the lake – the stalks of golden, Autumn grass waving at us now and again. Laughs were shared, and brother teased sister; Reyes even seemed like he was truly enjoying himself – he’d mellowed out over the years, and the club had become a much bigger enterprise across the years. Still, he remained the grumpy, stickin-ass Sgt that I’d always known him to be. Just a little softer around the edges.

  The kids drank their pop, each can cracking as it opened. Grape for Tyler, and Sprite for Reggie. They guzzled down the icy cool beverages with a gusto that reminded me of my own youth. I was committed to making sure that every day, and every moment that we were so lucky to spend together – that they were beautiful ones, that they were memorable ones. Even the boring, routine stuff, like tucking them in at night or cooking breakfast for them.

  I didn’t want those kids to ever have a bad day, even if I knew it wasn’t a truly possible task.

  They deserved everything that I never had.

  The hours passed, and when things got to be a little too hot for us, the four of us found some shade while Reyes went to fetch more snacks. Years and years ago, the man had suffered a small breakdown and got himself locked up in jail for the better part of three or four seasons. Thankfully, between the judge’s lenience and the Hell Reaper’s pull, we were able to get him out just fine. Club wasn’t the same in all those months without him.

  He never did tell me, or anyone really, what happened that day in the mall.

  ***

  The sky bloomed like a pink rose, with its thin, white, fluffy soldiers rolling along. Dusk settled around us as I held Jessica’s hand, her respectably-sized, diamond engagement ring catching my attention. I squeezed her hand and glanced at her gorgeous face, loving all of her simple beauty, “I have to ask,” I started, “but how did you get Sabrina to agree on such short notice?” Jessica had used her bewitching powers, I’d assumed, to get the kids out of our hair for the night.

  Jess tightened her grip around my hand, “Well, you know that I have my ways…” we continued to walk down the paved path of the boardwalk, “sacrifice a goat here, grab a bottle of wine for her there.” She gave me that smile which was perfect, and perfectly my own. “But, seriously,” she deadpanned, the lines of her face smoothing out, “we are running out of goats. Now the wine’s one thing to get, but procuring a steady supply of goats…”

  I pulled her into me, rounding my arm over her shoulder and hugging her, “You’re truly, truly terrible.”

  “In every conceivable way,” she added, “you chose this.”

  “I did indeed,” I smiled. “I’d have chosen these anytime and every time,” I snuck in a boob grab, causing her to swat at me with her hand.

  “Is that all I am to you? A pair of tits?”

  “No, no,” my tone was grave, “you’re much more than that. You’ve also got a ten-out-of-ten ass.”

  She swatted at me again, harder this time. “Eleven,” Jess grumbled beneath her breath. We finished up our walk and drove home, happy for once with the prospect of having the home all to ourselves once again.

  ***

  Night blanketed the humble abode in which Jessica and I had so tirelessly worked to make what it was today. It wasn’t the largest, or the grandest, but it was ours. Two stories and fashioned in the style of craftsman, it had become our chamber of solitude, a place to retreat and recharge.

  And for me, it was the home – and the family that I never had. She’d given me the greatest gift of her love.

  We exited the car, and I promptly scooped up my wingless angel, eliciting a soft squeak. I carried her through the stony path up towards the front porch. The motion lights flicked on and helped to reveal most of the front yard, along with the porch. The grass was always well kept, and I made sure to that. Every now and again I’d let Tyler join me in riding the lawn mower, and when he got a few years older I knew that I would feel comfortable with letting him go at it himself.

  Bringing my set of keys to the lock, I let Jessica inside first and we kicked off our socks and shoes – before she could get very far from me, I closed the distance between us and pinched her bottom; giving her a small growl, and cinching my arm around her waist. My lips trailed along the back of her neck, slowing growing closer towards her luscious chest. The heat was churning within my chest, and sinking lower and lower towards the base of my cock; I knew that I had to have her, knew that only ravaging her ‘till she screamed my name was the way to put out this consuming fire.

  Jessica leaned her whole body into my touch, her hand trailing along my thigh, “You trying to make me slip out of my chair?” She asked in a playful moan that made me throb between my legs.

  “That’s on you,” a soft laugh rumbled from my chest and I somehow found the strength to let go, moving in front of her and kissing her lips deep, “sit down and read your book, baby. It’ll be more romantic,” I mentioned, “promise.”

  For once, I don’t know if I’d just gotten too easy to thrash or what, Jessica didn’t put up a fight. She just wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tight, letting our bodies squeeze together – just this basic, joyous warmth connecting us. I ran my fingers through her short cut hair, dancing across her scalp, taking in the sweet, floral scents of her person. We kissed a last time and then I got to work on making my babygirl the dinner that she deserved.

  That we both deserved. I shook my head. Jessica’d told me to start taking my accomplishments seriously and I’d promised her that I would do better to view myself in the light that I so frequently saw her.

  Still thought, to this very day, that she was some mystic creature that I must’ve pulled from my dreams. After a measure of time, no more than ten minutes less than an hour, with a surprising attention to detail, I’d managed to prepare a fine feast for us. The table was set with blood red candles, their soft orange glow breathing life into the dining room. Napkins were sprawled out across the black tablecloth, that draped itself over the furniture. Fanciful, ivory plates mirrored each other on her side of the table and mine; they held a bourbon glazed Newyork Strip done medium-rare with a perfect black criss-cross sear. Diced Portobello mushroom, along with a light earthy mushroom sauce, dressed the cut – and a side of steamed and buttered asparagus rested in its own section.

  When I called for her to come over, my jaw fell, mouth remaining agape for a brief period. The air in my lungs came to a still, and for every time that my eyes crawled over her glorious, lingerie-laced body, heat punched at my core. I tried to stop myself from looking like a teenage virgin, picking up my jaw and trying to swallow away the lust that coated my throat. “You better eat fast,” I warned, with my cock stiffening at the prospect of getting to eat that wet, blissful little pussy Jessica hid beneath her sheer material.

  Jessica padded over to me, her body bathed in the soft orange light – re
vealing the pale beauty of her flesh. Her bra was dark around the wires and ends, while the rest of it was nearly see-through. Her nipples were only partially covered by lacey, black roses. Jessica’s garter belts ran down every curve and valley of her sexy figure, her panties matching her bra except they held a convenient and highly tempting zipper. She place her delicate hands on my chest, and all my body was telling me was to bend over my girl and fuck her right against the wall. “Why’s that?” She purred, eyes gleaming with mischief.

  “Because I don’t know how long I can hold back the urge to fuck you out of your mind,” I brought my hands to her apple shaped ass and squeezed her hard.

  Her eyes widened with excitement, the faintest hint of a smile gracing the lines of her face. Our lips came together then, and we kissed each other in a flurry of loving, sexual excitement. Each flick of our tongue and crash of our lips eagerly displaying the hunger that we both shared for one another. The constant lust and love that just so easily filled us, the desire that crawled its fingers along my spine.

  There’d never been a woman that completed me as much as her.

  She finally managed to pull herself away from my embrace, but I wasn’t nearly done with her – I never could be.

  It was my one, true weakness.

  Pulling Jessica back in, I planted another greedy kiss on her lips and then motioned for her with my head, to get to the fucking table. I couldn’t help but smack her ass, as she went on by. I poured us each several glasses of wine, and no more than ten, sexually frustrating minutes later, her body got the better of me. I dropped my silverware, and they clanked against the plate as I shot up from the chair. Stalking over to Jessica, with predatory steps, my eyes raked over her – the ripening desire filling every inch of my body.

  I picked her up from the chair, this look of fear and lust and excitement, dancing in those emerald beauties. Lifting her to me, she cinched her legs around my waist and we nearly knocked over the chair she had been using. My lips pressed against her own with a burning need, that molten ball of desire behind my cock demanding I pay attention to it.

  I pushed Jessica against the wall of the dinning room. Just like that we were attacking each other like animals, my teeth grazing against her neck – leaving sucking little marks as I moved across her collar bone. With an excited touch, and my body keeping her held against the wall, my hands pawed at her thick, gorgeous breasts; after a moment I managed to slip them free, pulling her bra down so that they spilled out from the top.

  Mouth finding her hard, pink nipples, I sucked them long and deep, groaning as I did so – my cock stirring against my jeans. When the pain was becoming unbearable, I quickly undid them and slipped my feet from the pants and underwear that pooled below. Kicked those badboys to the side and unzipped Jessica’s panties, revealing her preciously wet pussy.

  God she looked so fucking good. She’d only gotten better with age, like a good wine. I personally blamed Sabrina for getting me into the ‘hobby’ of drinking a variety of red wines.

  Jessica moaned with anticipation and brought her hands to my face, letting her fingers play and press where they pleased, “Hunter,” she breathed, her legs clenching tighter around me. Jess positioned herself closer to me, rubbing her slick pussy lips against the head of my cock – driving me wild with hungry ecstasy. “I need it,” she whispered, her hand finding my hardness, “I need you to fuck me.”

  With one slick motion, I rocked myself into the welcoming embrace of her sex, “Take it then,” I snarled. Sheathing myself in her completely, our eyes locked with one another, noses nearly touching now. “Take this fucking cock like a good girl,” I husked, pulling my hardness from her clinging walls, and proceeding to stroke in and out of her velvet folds.

  Electricity danced between us, our rhythms syncing up perfectly – we’d learned each other’s bodies to the highest possible point. I brought my hand down to the pad of her pussy, pressing against it – feeling the thickness of my shaft as it slid against her; brushing up against her g-spot and kissing at the height of my stroke at her cervix. Our eyes searched one another, and I could feel the sexual drippings of her pussy, as they rolled from my balls. Each slap of them punctuated the air, as I fucked her with a reckless abandon, pouring every ounce of my energy into taking her.

  Jessica wailed loudly and proudly. The house was empty and we could both just let go. I felt the nails of her fingers dig in deep, and the walls of her pussy clenched around my slick cock; there wasn’t a chance in hell that she wasn’t desperately close. I couldn’t contain my proud, mischievous smirk at getting my wife to the edge. She rocked her hips against me, panting out a pleasured series of yeses. “Fill me,” she gulped for air, the first glistening of sweat forming against my person. “Fill me up, baby,” she begged, “please.”

  It drove me insane, just hearing her talk dirty to me. I could feel the stirring in my balls, this unstoppable heat like a fire raging out of control.

  There was no choice. No more weight of thought. Just simple, primal action.

  I felt her shatter against me, throwing her head into my shoulder and acting like a creature too-long depraved of what she needed.

  In that moment, I’d never been so helplessly caught in a storm of bliss. Every monstrous stroke of my cock inside of Jessica, every pant and hard breath that we shared – it all came into a beautiful crescendo, my muscles tightened as her walls clenched. With hearts rapidly beating in rhythm, and ragged breaths dancing together like two glinting blades beneath the moon – I drained myself inside of her. Every part of me became sated with a spacey weight; like someone had filled my bones, and my muscles with water. It was a good weight; fingers of ecstasy raking chills all along my body, wave after unrelenting wave.

  I didn’t take my cock from her. Felt the proof of our love and our lust rolling down my shaft. We’d made a serious mess of one another, and our shared, spent smiles, told the tale.

  Some deep, amazing fucking purr, rolled from her throat, “I love feeling your seed inside of me,” she confessed, wiggling her bottom against me, giving me another set of chills. “Let’s take this party to bed, tiger,” she brought her lips to mine and we embraced one another for a long while. Jessica dipped her head back and laughed lightly, “come on,” she urged.

  “Already did that,” I joked, kissing her lips, “but I’m down for seconds.”

  “And thirds,” she breathed, moving to my ear and nipping at the lobe.

  “Let’s see if we can’t beat our honeymoon.”

  We outdid our honeymoon, and when my angel fell asleep completely sated and content in my arms, with her head against my chest. I smiled. I watched her foot jerk every now and again, no doubt to some dream; rubbed my hands all along her pale, lovely body, and listened.

  Listened at how two hearts, at the end of the night, could come together and beat together perfectly.

  THE END.

  GABRIEL: MC ROMANCE - STEEL KNIGHTS BOOK #3 (limited bonus book 2. Can be read as standalone.)

  Prologue

  The taste of steel in your mouth, you never really get used to it – ‘specially not as a kid. Not ashamed to admit that when I was only nine years old, and I felt the barrel of that gun clink against my teeth, that I wet myself.

  “Why’re you crying, boy?” Uncle Rochester, or as I used to call him in my head back then, Mr. Death, looked down at me with those cold, empty eyes. When his nose flared and he noticed the stench, his eyes slid down to the stain on my light stonewash jeans. Mr. Death made a disgusted noise and recoiled from me, unsheathing the silvery pistol from my mouth – I’d felt a palpable relief wash over me then, and tried to suck in a breath.

  Of course, there was only snot. My heart thumped wildly in my chest even in that moment of reprieve.

  Mr. Death strode over to a dresser and wiped down his weapon with a handkerchief; he looked over to me as I curled up into a ball, “You’re a weak little thing,” he said in that southern drawl, opening up my dresser door and pulling ou
t a fresh set of clothes. He tossed them in my direction, a red shirt and a pair of brown shorts lazily flying through the air. “Can’t have your father knowing what you did,” he continued, staring at me with malice glinting.

  At least this time it seemed he didn’t want to stick around and watch.

  I didn’t even look up at him. Just curled up as tight as I could and tried to think of better things. Mr. Death would watch me in place of my old man when the club required his ‘special set of skills’. My father, D.W Galavante, was always on the fence about raising me into The Life. In retrospect, even for as much as I loved it – for as many brothers as I’d one day make, Dad was really right to be wary of the shitstorm that came with being a Lifer. I think he thought that I couldn’t handle it.

  Whereas Dad wanted to ease me into it, and let me make it my choice, well, Mr. Death had different opinions on the matter.

  That sick fuck barked at me to get changed and bring my piss soaked garments to the washer. Instead of telling him to screw himself, or beating his limp-dick ass like I would now, I remember the way in which I shut down.

  Took me near fifteen minutes of sitting in my room in total despondence before I did as he told me. Hopped in the shower and stayed in there as long as the hot water would allow, just letting the pattering water soak me.

  The pain remained, of course, like paint that’d dried on my bones – no water or warmth or anything could scrape it off. These little moments that J.D Rochester had with me became, quite frequently, a bi-weekly thing. He kept telling me that it was some sort of bonding, or at least he did when we first started out with the sick fucking games – far as I was concerned they were nothing but a perverted monster getting his kicks from scaring a child.