by Naomi West
Rascal did the same, touching her cheek with the back of his finger.
When they made their way back out to the main living space of the house, Vera turned off into the kitchen.
“What are you doing?” Rascal came up behind her, wrapping his arms gently around her waist and pulling her close.
She picked up a sponge and the container of dishwashing liquid and held it in the air. “I don’t think it’s too hard to guess.”
“Don’t you think you’ve worked enough today?” He nuzzled her neck, his breath warm against her skin.
Vera closed her eyes and leaned her head back against his chest, enjoying the feeling. “I still have energy. I know it doesn’t seem like I should. Rose is only a couple months old, and I ought to still be recovering, but I swear if anything she’s making me feel more alive than I’ve ever been. You both do.” She turned around to face him, still embraced in his arms. “I’m sure I can find something else to do, if you prefer.”
“I do.”
Wrapping her leg around his and pulling him down to her level, Vera kissed him squarely, putting all of her energy into the action. She truly did feel as though she had more energy than she knew what to do with, and she had to let it out somewhere. Might as well use it to let Rascal know just how much she cared for him.
He put his hands underneath her and lifted her up so that she could put her legs around his waist. It was a short walk to the bedroom, where Vera giggled as they collapsed onto the bed. She put her hand over her mouth. “I’ve got to be quiet or I’m going to wake Rose.”
Rascal raised an eyebrow, seeing it as a challenge. “I can’t promise I won’t make you scream,” he whispered.
“You’d better not.” She pulled his shirt over his head and quickly unbuttoned his jeans, biting her lower lip as she took in his strong legs and rippling abs. They had known each other for almost a year now, and she never got tired of seeing his gorgeous body. His boxer briefs hugged him tightly, showing off what she was most interested in. Vera stripped him of these as well, diving down to wrap her lips around his member.
He moaned underneath her, sucking his breath in through his teeth as his head hit the back of her throat. “You can’t know how much I love it when you do that.”
Vera let go, moving up a little on the bed so that her breasts came down on either side of his dick, resting against his balls as she resumed her blowjob. “Oh yes, I do. I love knowing that I turn you on.”
“In that case, come here.” He pulled her up on top of him and spun her around so that she was sitting on his face. His tongue flicked the moist folds between her legs, his hands braced on her buttocks.
“Oh!” Vera gasped. She put her mouth back on him, but it was difficult to concentrate on giving him the best head he’d ever had when her own muscles were beginning to convulse. Her screams were muffled by his cock in her mouth, and that only seemed to turn him on more. His tongue slipped inside her, filling her with heat, and her thighs began to tremble.
She sucked harder, shutting her eyes and wanting to do to him what he was already doing to her, but it was almost impossible. The time they’d had to spend without enjoying each other in bed after the birth of the baby had been an eternity, and they were both trying to make up for it. It was like they were discovering each other’s bodies anew as they pleasured each other, a tangle of naked arms and legs every time they got the chance.
Rascal’s hands made their way up her body so that he clutched both of her breasts as he suckled at her clit, massaging gently. It was more than she could handle. Stars danced in front of her eyes as coils of pleasure snaked through her body. She sucked harder, but her orgasm was the star of the show.
When she couldn’t take it anymore, she pulled away from him and collapsed on the side of the bead, panting and sweating, pleased but wanting more. Her legs felt like rubber as she turned to face him. “Now it’s your turn. What would make you happy?”
He grinned at her. “Trust me, that made me very happy. But I do have another idea. Come here.” He got off the bed, pulling her with him so that she was bent over the side of the mattress. He took her from behind, pulsing and thrusting against her backside as his hands gripped her hips. Vera pushed into him, ensuring he could go as deep as he needed to, but that still wasn’t enough to satisfy him. His hand crept down to touch her between her legs, moving in small, quick circles.
“You already gave me mine,” she protested. Vera didn’t really mind, but she didn’t want to feel selfish.
“I know,” Rascal grunted. “But you deserve more. No matter how much I give you, you’ll always deserve more. And there’s nothing I like better than the way it feels when you come with my dick inside you.”
His words were enough, and Vera felt her walls once again spasm. The undulations pulled his member further inside her, and she loved the way he made her feel so full. His body responded to hers, his girth expanding as he gave one final grunt of satisfaction. His balls slapped against her as he pumped harder, emptying himself completely.
Afterward, they lay curled together in bed. Vera smiled as she snuggled into his chest and he tightened his grip on her. When they had slept together at the hotel—an event that seemed to have been forever ago at this point—she had instantly felt safe inside his embrace. Her only regret was that they had wasted a few weeks thinking they weren’t right for each other, and that it had taken a life-or-death situation to truly get them back on track.
“You’re something else,” Rascal murmured into the back of her neck.
She laughed softly. “You can’t tell me I was that good. You did most of the work.”
“That’s not what I mean, and you know it.” He pulled her closer, keeping his grip firm so that she knew he would never let her go. “I didn’t think anybody would make me feel like settling down. But there’s nothing I want to do but spend time here with you.”
“Does that mean you’re taking the job with Donovan?” She didn’t want him to give up anything he loved, but she also knew the work would probably be steadier—and safer—than what he did for the Dark Vultures.
“I haven’t decided yet, but I never would have even considered it a year ago.”
Vera knew that was probably true. The Rascal she had met in the canal was wild, a feral animal who had barely been touched by domestication. He was still the same man in many ways, but he had changed in others. “Will you do me a favor?”
“Sure.”
“Promise me you won’t sell your bike.”
“Okay. I can promise you that easily enough. But why?”
Vera turned to him, tracing the outline of his square jaw with her fingers. “Because it’s part of who you are, and I don’t want you to think you have to change just because of me or Rose. We love you. And I like riding on the back of it,” she admitted.
He smiled back, his eyes drifting down to her lips. Rascal kissed her and brushed her hair out of her face. “Sounds good to me.”
THE END
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Beast: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Hounds of Hades MC) (Asphalt Sins Book 3)
He ripped me apart like a savage beast.
The bad boy biker came to the auto shop to fix things up..
Then he came to my bedroom to break me down.
But when someone I trusted turns out to be a monster, I have no other choice:
I have to beg the outlaw to protect me.
JESSI
Rip is an engine, a dynamo, loud and dirty and aggressive as hell.
And just like the bikes he loves, he’s dying to tear me
apart.
Piece by piece, bit by bit, he’s going to dismantle me – just for his own savage pleasure.
But when he’s done…
He sure as hell isn’t going to be the one to put me back together.
It’s not just my body that’s falling apart under the biker’s touch, either.
My dreams for the future are crumbling to dust at the same time.
I thought a college education would be my ticket to the big time.
Fame, fortune, the whole nine yards.
But it turns out Rip isn’t the only beast who’s hungering for a bite of me.
There’s far worse out there, hiding their cruel vices behind friendly faces.
And all of them -all of these animals – want one thing and one thing only:
To shove me down onto my knees and make me their property.
RIP
She was a pretty little peach…
And she f**king hated my guts from the second I walked in her daddy’s chop shop.
That only made me laugh.
I love a good challenge.
And even though she’s far from my first vicious conquest…
This little vixen will be the most fun yet.
Go ahead and resist, I tell her.
We’ll see how long you last.
But then something happened that I never anticipated.
Jessi begged me for my help.
There’s someone else who thinks they can lay their hands on my woman.
Hell f**king no.
I don’t share; I don’t play nice.
And if this creepy son of a b!tch plans on touching so much as a hair on her head…
I’ll rally every damn brother in my motorcycle club and we’ll bring burning hellfire to his doorstep.
I’ll make him suffer and plead for mercy.
And right before I end him, I’ll tell him the one thing in this world that’s a pure f**king fact:
She. Is. Mine.
Bull: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Asphalt Angels MC) (Asphalt Sins Book 2)
I claimed my dead brother’s woman.
She was begging for my help.
So I made her beg for her release.
But the girl comes with baggage…
My brother’s baby in her arms.
XANDER
I’m drowning in booze and sorrow.
I know that this is killing me.
But the thing is, I just don’t give a damn.
I’ll either drink or f**k myself to death, whichever comes first.
After all, what’s the point of carrying on?
Those motherf**kers stole my brother’s life in a stupid bar fight.
Petty. Reckless. Dumb.
But that’s the outlaw way, isn’t it?
Life is cheap out here.
And I’m the only one left who cares about Arsen’s death.
At least, that’s what I used to think.
Then she knocked on my door.
I thought it was the liquor making me hallucinate.
This delicious girl, with curves for days and a glimmer in her eyes that gets me rock hard…
What could she want here? With me? A degenerate biker?
Then I saw what she was holding, and I understood.
Kayla is my brother’s ex and the mother of his baby.
She needs my protection.
She’s desperate.
Well, that makes two of us, sweetheart.
Because I’m dying to see what you look like…
When you’re on your knees, begging me for more.
KAYLA
I can’t help thinking this is wrong.
But I don’t have a choice.
Because I have nowhere else to turn.
And with a baby to feed, I can’t afford to hold out for something better.
Besides, there’s a little voice, deep in the back of my head, whispering ugly truths.
Telling me that I like this – submitting to my ex’s brother.
It’s saying I love being his pet, his toy.
It’s saying that I’ll keep it up, for as long as he wants, as long as he keeps me and my baby safe from harm.
Maybe we shouldn’t be doing this.
Maybe I shouldn’t be sleeping with this bull, this beast, this animal.
But I’m addicted to the biker.
And every time I open my mouth, the same words come rushing out before I can stop them:
I need more, more, more.
Stud: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Cobra Kings MC)
They said I couldn’t have her. I told them to try and stop me.
The bad boy stud has wandered into dangerous territory.
MC President Bishop Blaine thought bedding a pop star would be the story of a lifetime.
He gets what he came for, and then some…
When the diva ends up pregnant with his baby.
LOLA
I thought outlaw bikers were supposed to be tall, dark, tatted—and dumb as rocks.
But Bishop Blaine is only three for four.
And unfortunately for my sake, he's managed to outsmart every member of my security team to get to me.
It’s true: he’s got his own selfish motives in mind.
Like laying his sinful, inked hands over every inch of my body.
But it turns out Bishop got to me just in time.
First, we're ducking a spray of bullets.
Then, next thing I know, he has me out back behind the bar…
Pinned to the wall beneath him, as he lets far more than his eyes travel my forbidden figure.
BISHOP
Lola is famous. Off-limits. Totally uninterested in a rebel biker like me.
Until I make things interesting for her.
Granted, I've had help.
Someone's out to kill her, and I smell a rat in her inner circle.
She can't trust those who are already closest to her, so I plan on making myself as close as possible.
I’m gonna run my filthy hands along those lush curves until I make the little pop starlet shiver and beg for more.
But I should’ve known it would all lead to trouble.
As I discover, it isn’t just a killer we have on our plate.
Because Lola turns up pregnant – and she swears the baby is mine.
This was never supposed to happen.
I’m an outlaw with a motorcycle club to run, not a whipped baby daddy to a famous actress.
Until, all of the sudden, that’s exactly what I am.
But we’re from two different worlds.
She walks red carpets and wears expensive gowns.
I ride choppers and keep my club kutte on my shoulders at all times.
Having a baby together is sheer madness.
But despite all that…
There’s something in my gut that says I have to protect these delicate creatures now – my woman and my baby.
I'm going to catch this falling star and make her mine.
And if the man hunting her thinks he’s gonna lay a finger on my family...
He’d better be ready for war.
He Doesn’t Care: A Bad Boy Secret Baby Motorcycle Club Romance (Fourstroke Fiends MC)
HE DOESN’T CARE THAT I’M ENGAGED TO ANOTHER MAN.
Nothing will stop him from claiming me.
He’s not the kind to stick around after he’s had his fill.
But then something happened, something we never expected…
I got pregnant.
Owen Flynn is a dark prince from the wrong side of the tracks.
Tall, tatted, ripped – and utterly, completely wrong for me.
I’m your classic rich girl stereotype:
An art student with overprotective parents.
They want me to do the right thing:
Graduate and get married to a wealthy S.O.B. whose name alone makes me nauseous.
But Owen had other ideas.
He owned me from the second I saw him.
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sp; My knees shake and my heart shivers whenever I hear his the rumble of his Harley approaching.
And when he touches me…
I lose all control.
He knows what he does to my body.
He knows I can’t resist him.
He knows I can never be with him.
I’m supposed to be a banker’s wife.
Not a biker’s woman.
But the bad boy rebel just does not care.
Because once he finds out I’m carrying his baby, all the rules go out the window.
He says I’m his family now.
So, like it or not… we belong to him.
He Doesn’t Know: A Bad Boy Second Chance Baby Romance (Devil’s Route MC)