Fabio's Remorse (Hell Raiders MC Book 5)

by Aden Lowe

  31

  Justine

  Fabio paused at the door, watching me with hooded eyes, while every nerve in my body poised for flight. A big part of me wanted to jump him like some kind of fevered animal, and beg him to make me his again. The part of me created by fear reeled in horror at the thought. How could I want a man, any man, even one I loved, after that night?

  "Jus." His voice rumbled intimately, in an almost physical caress.

  My body responded immediately, despite the questions fear-me kept hurling around.

  He came close, the tattoos covering the golden skin of his bare chest drawing my attention. "You're mine. I'm not letting him take us away from again." One hand came up to push my hair back, and lingered on my jaw.

  "Him?"

  He paused for a moment, as if considering the wisdom of sharing. "The one who's been calling, he's the one behind it all. Might even be working alone now."

  A shiver slid over me.

  "You understand what I'm saying? I am not going to let him in here." He touched my head.

  My faint nod assured him, and he bent to take me in his arms. I had to breathe through my warring emotions, but I managed not to resist.

  He easily drew me to my feet, pressing close, making sure I could feel his arousal through his jeans. "I'm going to make love to you, baby."

  Fear-me pitched a hissy fit, but I refused to listen to her. Instead, I moved closer, rising to my tiptoes, asking for his kiss.

  With a small groan, he bent to take my mouth, making all sorts of promises with his lips and tongue. And I met him, promise for promise.

  The warm, rough glide of his fingers along the skin of my sides barely startled me. Not enough to make me react with anything more than clinging to him more tightly. His satisfied grunt served as a good reward. Slowly, he drew my shirt up, and broke our kiss long enough to ease it over my head. Heat blasted through me at the first contact of my bare skin with his, drawing a whimper from me.

  He seemed as strongly affected, uttering a long groan, and injecting a hint of desperation into his possession of my mouth. His hands settled at my waist, pulling me closer to press his erection against my belly. Fear-me tried again, but desire flooded my senses, sending her back to her corner.

  My hands crept up his sides, tracing taut muscles that rippled under my touch. Focused intently on exploring him, I didn't even notice when he unhooked my bra, until it loosened. He slipped the straps down my arms and let it drop to the floor, then gathered me closer.

  Caught between experiencing more of Fabio, and the need to surrender to his passion, I made no objection when his fingers pushed the top of my yoga pants down, taking my panties with them.

  In a matter of seconds, I stood before him naked, self-conscious, and needy. His jeans landed on the floor with a thud from whatever he kept in his pockets. He moved away, surprising me, and turned on a small lamp on the nightstand, then clicked off the overhead.

  His intimidating erection led the way as he returned, and stopped just in front of me. "You're fucking beautiful, Jus." He brought his hands to my shoulders, and slowly trailed calloused fingers down my chest, pausing for a beat at the upper curve of my breasts. When I remained still, he went on.

  My nipples hardened alarmingly under his touch, the sensation driving me to seek more. A soft smile tilted his lips as he cupped my breasts, then bent to take one nipple in his mouth, while he rolled the other between his fingers.

  The sound he brought from my throat sounded like someone else, and my hands reflexively went to his head, pulling him closer. Fear-me sulked in her corner, for the moment, defeated by Fabio's touch.

  He moved back, leading me along with him, and lowered himself to the bed. I followed without question, eager for more. When he helped me straddle his hips, I hesitated, just for an instant, but that wicked mouth settled over my other nipple and took away any thought of resisting.

  ***

  Fabio

  She settled her knees to either side of my hips, after a momentary stiffening of her muscles left no doubt about the war she continued to wage in her mind. I should probably wait, not push her so far, so fast. Give her time to become more accustomed to the idea.

  But, fuck me, the feel of Justine in my arms overrode any good sense I might have possessed. The taste of her skin was the most intoxicating thing I'd ever encountered, and I had to have more.

  The temptation to pull her down and bury myself to the hilt in her made me tremble with the force of resisting. I needed to hang on, coax her, until she made that move herself. Slow and careful, I slid my hand down her flank, over the slight curve of her belly, and down.

  A hiss escaped her when I stroked over her damp heat, but she stayed put for my finger to slip between her folds. As much as it killed me, I waited for her to get used to having her pussy touched, then probed further to find her slippery with desire.

  Her incredibly sensitive nipples served me well, keeping her need ratcheted higher than any fear that might creep up on her. Slight pressure on her clit compelled her to move her hips, seeking more.

  "Fabio, please." Her moan nearly undid my resolve, but I held strong. Giving her only a little more friction, I let one finger dip inside her.

  She froze for an instant, battling her demons.

  I hummed against her nipple, increasing the sensation, and the moment passed. She relaxed and pressed tighter to my hand, allowing my finger to delve deeper. With more encouragement, she finally gave herself over completely, riding my hand and moaning her pleasure.

  Losing the battle with my need, I slid a second finger inside her, groaning at the ripple of tight muscles, then back out to smooth her juices over her clit. The more intense stimulation sent her over the edge, catching me by surprise.

  "That's it, baby, come for me."

  She weathered the storm of her orgasm with her hands braced on my shoulders, and I continued to stroke gently, prolonging her pleasure. She gave a breathless laugh. "Oh, my God, I'd forgotten how good that feels."

  "First of many, baby." I lay back on the bed, and drew her down with me. "So fucking sweet." I laced my fingers through her hair to bring her mouth to mine, and she gave herself over to my kiss once more.

  Emotions rolled through me in a tidal wave, impossible to name, but incredibly powerful. I fucking gave that back to her. As desperate as I was to be inside her, to make love to her, my satisfaction with the accomplishment overshadowed it all.

  She shifted a little, taking charge of our kiss, and I surrendered gladly, content for her to take the lead. At the moment, her tentative explorations, and the scorching contact of her skin with mine, were all I needed. Until she moved, bringing her pussy to rest against the underside of my hard-on.

  I groaned and my hips surged upward, seeking more, before I managed to still my muscles and wait to see what she would do. If I fucking died in that moment, I could ask for nothing more.

  Justine wriggled her hips a little, sliding her heat along the length of my cock. A choked groan escaped me with the effort of remaining still. Every instinct screamed for me to take charge, to bury myself in her and not stop until I filled her with my seed. But I gritted my teeth and held on. This needed to be all her decision.

  She quickly found a rhythm, and her slick folds moved back and forth over me, the evidence of her desire drenching me. When we were both gasping with need, she paused for a moment, then repositioned herself.

  Her muscles vibrated with tension as she held herself over me. "Now, Fabio. I want you inside me."

  No further encouragement needed, I arched to reach her opening. The head of my cock slipped between her folds, and I froze, muscles rigid with desperate need.

  She lowered herself a little, taking a little of me inside her. I twisted my hands in the sheet to keep from grabbing her hips and slamming her down, impaling her. My impossibly tight balls threatened to erupt with the first inch. Would I be able to hold off until she could take all of me?

  When she moved aga
in, coming lower, I tasted blood as my teeth sank into my lip from the strain of forcing myself to hold still. Incredibly tight muscles writhed around my cock, pulling me deeper, and still, I held off, letting her be totally in charge.

  Drawing back a little, she came down again, taking me deeper, and deeper. After an eternity, every inch finally buried in her sweet pussy, I moved, allowing my hips to roll a little.

  Her muscles clenched so fucking tight, and her hands fisted against my chest, but she moved to meet my thrust.

  That was all the encouragement I needed. My hands slid up her thighs to her hips, ready to support and help my woman. She rose and fell on me, forcing me to work at waiting for her.

  Suddenly, she cried out, muscles clenching around me. I thrust one more time and surrendered to an orgasm that wrung me dry.

  "Fuck, baby." I struggled to get enough air into my lungs as she collapsed onto my chest, heaving for breath. As I started to come down a little, I wrapped my arms around her, cradling the rare treasure of my woman. "You okay?"

  She nodded, her hair tickling my jaw. "Fabio?"

  "Yeah, baby?" Apprehension licked along my spine.

  "We didn't use protection."

  My heart stuttered to a halt for a moment, then shifted into overdrive. "Fuck, baby, I'm sorry. I should have…I'm clean, though, so we don't have to worry about that." The words sent my mind reeling to the other thing we did have to worry about. What if I just got her pregnant?

  "I'm on the pill, but I forgot yesterday."

  Surprisingly, I kind of liked the thought of my baby growing in her belly. "If anything happens, it'll be okay."

  Her hair tickled me again as she nodded, then raised her head. "Yes, it will."

  32

  Roger

  I finished with the woman who had the misfortune to stand in for Justine Carson tonight, and swallowed a pill as I closed up her house and left. Soon. Only a bit longer, and I would take her, and finish what I started all those years ago. Bitch was supposed to die then, but somehow, she didn't. I refined my technique since then, and they all died now.

  What started as a search for a loose end quickly turned into a fucking obsession. I tracked her patiently, isolated her, like any good predator. Every time, just as I was ready to move in for the kill, things started to go wrong. She changed her phone number. She moved. And then she moved back to her folks' place.

  All those obstacles only served to make the chase interesting. They made me think, hone my skills. Finally, I had her against the wall, with no refuge left. And while I heightened her fear, and watched while she fell to pieces, an enemy came in and swept her away.

  I'd have already had her if that fucking biker hadn't come along. How the fuck did a meek little mouse like her hook up with a criminal?

  The more I turned the question over in my mind, the more I needed to know. Of course, I knew it wasn't normal, but that didn't matter to me. Last thing I wanted to be was fucking normal. The word extreme described me better. The more extreme, the more I liked it.

  Careful to stay alert, I walked the three blocks from the latest Justine's house to where I left my truck. In an ideal world, I would have the resources to change out vehicles, and not have to worry about my ride being spotted in the vicinity of a kill. Since the world wasn't ideal, I improvised.

  As I drove toward home, I turned back the question of how my meek little Justine happened to know a biker. Perhaps a relative? Or family friend? I already knew for a fact she had no male friends. I made sure she could barely be in the same room with a man. So, this biker, he came from someone else. Maybe her father. I should have killed that old bastard as soon as she moved back home.

  Not far from the house I used to share with my brother, I pulled into the lot at O'Hare's Pub. I'd worked up an appetite, and the thought of my limited cooking skills nauseated me at the moment. A burger and a beer seemed like the perfect solution.

  "Hey, Roger, ready for the usual?"

  I smiled and nodded at the pretty waitress, and headed for my usual booth. As far as the people near my home were concerned, I was quiet, kind of shy, and harmless. If they only knew. Maybe after I finished with the real Justine, I would pay a visit to the waitress.

  She headed my way with my beer, then turned back toward the bar. "Oh, hey, Barney, turn that up? I missed it earlier, we were too busy." She put the bottle on my table, and nodded toward the TV. "Can you believe that shit?"

  The evening news came on, and my handiwork provided the opening headlines. "Heard a little about it the other day on the radio." A heady sense of accomplishment struck as I listened to the details. They had no clues whatsoever.

  Anger also flooded my system with a red haze. In an office somewhere, a detective, or FBI agent, had probably given me a code name, based on what he thought he knew about me. But that name was still being withheld. Oddly, even though the media had labeled me a serial killer, so far, no public name from them, either. They were usually the first to start building notoriety for a serial killer, and they continued to treat me like some sort of petty criminal. That bothered me.

  I was prolific, and I left no clues behind. I deserved a name. If nobody leaked the cops' code name for me, I might have to come up with my own, and make sure the reporters started using it. It had to be good though. Not a location name, or a few letters to abbreviate what I did to them. It had to be memorable, too, since it would be in the books with the likes of Son Of Sam, and Jack The Ripper.

  I went back to the Justine puzzle as my burger came. She really upped the stakes when she left with that biker. Now, I not only had to locate her again, I had to find a way to kill him, too. I smiled to myself. This presented an opportunity for growth. I should thank her. Maybe I would call her tomorrow, and show my appreciation. So far, I had killed only women, and only one at a time. If I did it right, this one would move me to the next level.

  I needed to plan carefully, though. The biker presented a far deadlier prey than a woman, and not only because of his size. Males were instinctively more aggressive. Even if he actually possessed no skills or training, a man fought back more readily than a woman. I had to keep that in mind.

  First though, I had to figure out who he was, and where he had taken Justine. A biker shouldn't be too hard to find here, thankfully. Another twenty-four hours, and I would have them in my sights. I allowed myself a smile, ready to celebrate my promotion.

  "You look pleased with something." The waitress came over and placed the check on my table. "Good day at work?"

  I looked up and smiled. "One of the best. Sort of a promotion. The work will be more demanding, but the rewards will be greater, too."

  She smiled back. "Aw, I'm glad to hear that. We should all be lucky enough to enjoy our work."

  "Very true. I can't imagine having to do something I hate every day." Yes, after I finished with Justine, this waitress would be a nice little reward for a job well done.

  33

  Justine

  Waking up naked in Fabio's arms, seemed like some kind of dream. Of course, my fears were still there, but he'd been careful to build trust and give me the control. An immense sense of accomplishment filled me. We took back something that man tried to steal from us forever, had managed to steal for a long time.

  I lay there for a long time, watching him sleep. My initial feeling about his differences from the boy I'd known as Caleb still seemed accurate. I wanted to know everything about this man, all the events in his life that tempered him like hardened steel. This man possessed facets I had only caught brief glimpses of, and needed to know so much more about.

  Doubt blasted through me. Here I was, naked, and in bed with a man I hardly knew. How stupid could you get? I did not do that sort of thing. I still loved him, even with all the changes, but why did I think things would work out? He would eventually go back to Kentucky with his club. My life was here. Distance had contrived to tear us apart before.

  Maybe he would consider staying in Duncan? The children woul
dn't want to be uprooted and moved across the country. Especially Nicole. Leaving behind friends and everything familiar was very difficult for girls her age. Tearing them away from the memory of their parents seemed unnecessarily cruel, too. Periodic visits to the graves to gain a feeling of closeness was often an important part of coping. If they were across the country, they would lose that.

  I added up the mental arguments to keep him here. Would it all outweigh the pull for him to go back to Kentucky? He had a life there, friends he cared for, work. As I thought about it, I realized I really had nothing to hold me here. Work had become a refuge, but also a prison of sorts. I had isolated myself from all my old friends and extended family. The only ones left were my parents, and the way things had gone with my mother, I had no interest in remaining near her. So that left my Dad. He and I were close, but I knew he would prefer I be happy, rather than living like a prisoner. So maybe leaving with Fabio wasn't such a bad idea.

  What would it be like to go to the grocery store without getting physically ill? Away from the locations that haunted my memories, I might be able to manage that.

  I suddenly felt like a fool. Here I was, assuming he would even want me to go back with him. How could he ever trust me, after what I did to him?

  His phone beeped an alarm, and he groaned before reaching to turn it off. "Morning, baby." He stretched and kissed the top of my head. "Wanna get a shower together before time to get the kids moving?"

  Wicked images flowed through my mind, creating tension in my belly. I nodded, and he scooped me up and carried me to the bathroom, ignoring my startled resistance. Holding back my surprised squeal resulted in a fit of giggles.

  The quiet rumble of his voice filled the bathroom as he kicked the door shut and set me down. "Gotta piss like a fucking race horse." He took care of that task without a hint of modesty, then started the water. "That should be nice and warm in a minute."

  I nodded, my bladder about to burst, and wondered how I was going to manage to pee with him there. I shifted from one foot to the other, extremely uncomfortable. "Um, Fabio?"