Chaos: A Bad Boy Romance

by Miranda Bee

  I ran up to her, pulling her up from her seat. I kissed her.

  “Is everything okay?” she asked.

  “Not exactly,” I shrugged, “You know what I love? It’s ten o’clock at night, and you are still drinking coffee.”

  “Is that weird?”

  “Yes. And it’s perfect. You are so fucking amazing, Sammy.”

  “Why don’t you tell me what’s wrong?” she asked.

  “I have a better idea. Let’s go for a ride.”

  “Let me get dress,” she chirped.

  She stood up on her tippy-toes, kissing the ball of my nose. She grinned, yanking on my beard playfully. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her close to me. She looked like Snow White with her dark hair, pale skin, and flushed cheeks. It was a fairy tale. Only, I was the wolf. I was the warlock. I was the monster.

  She skipped off to my bedroom.

  I didn’t deserve her. She was getting mixed up with something very dangerous and didn’t even know it.

  Chapter 17

  Sammy Wood

  I climbed into the seat, hugging his solid body. He started his bike and took off. I let my fingers wander, feeling the valleys and hills of his chiseled abs. I never felt freer than when I was with him. I wore a short cotton skirt without any panties and a thin tank top. The vibration of the bike wasn’t lost on me. I slid my hand over Devin’s cock, reveling in the strength of his erection.

  I was so wet. Everything about Devin turned me on, from his crystal blue eyes to his thick body. He was all man, dangerous and wrong on every level. I didn’t give a fuck about anything, anymore. Devin was my saving grace.

  The wind whipped my hair and licked my skin. My pussy pulsed with each bump in the road. I kissed his neck, stroking his cock through his jeans. Fuck, he was so big. I was surprised his zipper didn’t bust under the pressure.

  I watched the trees pass by in a blur. I felt cool air bite at my skin and the speed course through my veins.

  I carefully climbed under his bent arm, grabbing the handlebars. His body tensed. I liked being the one to make him nervous, instead of the other way around. I could be dangerous, too.

  “What crazy shit are you up to, woman?” he shouted.

  I pulled myself up, flexing my thighs. I had to keep myself from being torn away by the wind as the bike carved our forward path. With a heavy swing, my racing heart stuttered in a flush of adrenaline, I pulled myself up through his arms, and carefully straddled the bike. I nested my ass against Devin’s hard cock.

  “You are absolutely insane!” he screamed.

  “Hell yeah!!!” I screamed.

  I took control. I steered us further into the middle of nowhere. We were heading towards a little pond surrounded by trees. Devin suggested a midnight swim to clear our heads. It was a welcomed distraction. For me, the impending dread of dealing with Charlie was the thing I needed a distraction from. For Devin? I wasn’t sure. He wasn’t ready to tell me.

  I wished Devin had told me how amazing this was. I loved the power the bike gave me. I steered the bike, feeling the power of the engine course through the handles and into my fingertips.

  Devin finally took his hands away from the handlebars and put them onto my body. His calloused hands strummed along the curve of my breasts, feeling the hem of my tank top. Slowly, he slid his hand into my top. My pussy pulsed, pining for more of his inspired touch. I gasped.

  With his other hand, he felt his way over the curve of my thigh. He massaged the engorge folds of my pussy. He sunk two fingers deep inside, strumming my clit with the pad of his thumb. He pulled his hand back, undoing his zipper and freeing his cock. I carefully lifted my ass, lowering myself down onto him.

  I screamed out, though the sound was drowned out by the barking wind and rumbling engine.

  A rolling heat overcame my body. I felt so full with him inside of me. He placed both hands on my ass, guiding me up and down on his swelling cock. My heart accelerated, and with it, the bike.

  “We’re going to die tonight!” he screamed.

  “Who cares!”

  I purred as his stride increased. He fucked me without regard to the consequences. The freedom of consequence was intoxicating. The freedom of chaos was life-changing. I screamed out in pleasure. His cock pulsed, his hands grasping my waist tightly. I felt him cum inside, bursting with tremendous pleasure.

  I flexed, closing myself around his cock. When I let go, I let go completely. Nothing was more difficult than feeling your body disintegrate while maintaining 70 miles an hour on a big bike.

  We didn’t die. Just the opposite. We were alive.

  We neared the meadow and I pulled over. We hopped off the bike and scrambled into the thick of trees. His kiss was wild and consuming. He grabbed me, picking me up into his arms and laughed.

  “You are something else, Sammy Wood.”

  I kissed him again. He set me down on the ground and knelt by my trembling knees. He parted my legs and slid his fingers into my core. I felt a breeze brush across my swollen labia and shivered. He lowered his head down and drug his thick, wet tongue along the length of my pussy. He circled my clit with the tip of his tongue and then dropped back down my labia. I screamed out, digging my fingers into the dirt.

  He pushed his tongue deep inside of me, snaking in and out. His face was completely crushed against me. His beard hairs tickled my ass. I grabbed his head, anchoring my nails into his skin. I pushed him further, wanting all of him inside of me.

  He pulled back. His wet tongue continued to circle the folds of my sex as I inadvertently wrapped my legs around his head. My body tensed. I lifted my ass off the ground, pushing my pussy into his face. He lapped at it, manically.

  I let go. I gushed. I was gone.

  I wasn’t done, though. Neither was Devin. He pulled me into a kiss from off of the ground. He tangled his fingers in my hair, yanking my head backward. He kissed my neck, grazing my skin with his teeth. His strength was unmatched. He pushed me around like a rag doll until I was clutching the coarse bark of a large tree. I anchored my body against the trunk, holding onto the tree by the rifts in the bark.

  He stood behind me, panting like an incredible beast. He lifted my skirt, feeling the curve of my ass. He let my hair go and dropped his hand to my shoulder. I felt his warm breath on my skin as his hand slid down the length of my arm. His fingers laced in mine. He pushed himself inside, lifting me up onto my tippy-toes. I gasped, arching my back. I laid the back of my head into the shallow between his shoulder and neck.

  He propelled himself deeper inside of me, rocking his hips upward. Each thrust shook my body. The layers of defense that I’d built-up over the years fell away from me and landed on the crunchy leaves and damp earth.

  “I love you, baby,” he said.

  He turned me around, lifting me off the ground. He guided me onto his rigid cock. I locked my ankles where they met at the small of his back. The bark scratched my back as he continued to thrust himself into me. I screamed out his name, coming close to letting go.

  “I love you, too. Fuck, I love you so much!” I screamed between runaway moans.

  I dug my nails into his back, my body shattered in the wake of his supernatural sex. He let go, too. He burst inside me, his cum sputtering in powerful waves.

  He set me down on the ground. My legs were completely useless at that point. I leaned into his chest, draping my arm over his shoulder.

  We walked a few yards to the little dark pond. It was shrouded in tall oak trees. It was difficult to find. Devin assured me he knew where it was. He held my hand, his thumb slid up and down my own. Through a thick of trees, we finally arrived. It was stunning. The moonlight reflected on the glass-like surface of the still water. In turn, everything in the circle of trees was illuminated by the low light of the moon. We stripped down and left our clothes on an old broken log. We stepped in, slowly adjusting to the cool water.

  Once our bodies were nearly covered, he pulled me towards him. He held me in the cag
e of his big arms, kissing me gently. My breasts pressed against his torso. I felt his heart thud against mine. There was nothing more perfect than that moment. He was so amazing.

  We were two perfectly broken people, perfectly in love.

  “I never want to leave,” I whispered.

  “I know what you mean,” he said.

  We floated around on our backs, holding hands like a couple of damn otters. We talked about everything. Our lives growing up, constellations we could see from our perspective, his life of crime, mine of babysitting criminals, and how we’d never truly been free.

  I wondered how I could have lived so long without this happiness.

  “I always thought I was free,” he confessed, “Chaos is a storm that has its qualities.”

  “I can see that.”

  “You are changing me. I can see so much further, anymore,” he laughed, “I want to do everything with you. Marriage, babies, and all that, seemed like an anchor. That’s all changing, now.”

  I looked over at him. I smiled as I understood what he meant. A year ago, babies were the absolute worst thing that could ever happen to me. I thought I’d be the worst thing to happen to a baby. Now, things were different. I was different. Devin was different, too. I looked at him floating in the water. His eyes were still.

  He was watching the ocean black sky. His eyes were a glittering mirror of the cosmos.

  “You know what? Even though it kind of hurts to see what the future could be like, I’m glad I did.”

  His voice was burdened with sadness. It cut me deep.

  “What do you mean?” I asked.

  “It doesn’t matter. Sammy, it just doesn’t matter one bit.”

  The truth was, deep down, I knew what he meant. It would only hurt if you saw a future you wanted, knowing all along that you couldn’t really have it. He didn’t believe it would happen. Maybe he thought he was cursed. I used to think that way. I aimed to prove him wrong (like he proved me wrong). He stood up in the water and pulled me towards him. He kissed me one last time before nodding to the shore.

  “Hey, I’m all in. Do you know what I mean?” I asked.

  He nodded.

  “I don’t think you do,” I said, “When you are ready, let your troubles fall on me. I’ll hold you up. You just need to trust me.”

  “I don’t know what you mean,” he said.

  “You are holding back. If that’s what you need to do, that is fine. Just know that you don’t have to.”

  He grabbed my hand and pulled it to his mouth. He kissed the back of my hand, nodding once again.

  Chapter 18

  Devin “The Devil’ Winchester

  Mathias was like a father to me. We shared so many good times. We lived and breathed for The Sons of the Shadow and for the life of the outlaw. It didn’t make any sense to me. Why would Mathias betray us? Why would he betray me? What the fuck was so goddamned important that he would turn his back on his own family?

  I had to know why. I was so angry. I still couldn’t believe it.

  I knew what I had to do, but I wouldn’t do it until I knew why. I thought about turning to my brothers and sisters. Three years was a long time when you’re not expecting to live all that long. I had been gone for too long. There was a definite schism. We weren’t as close. They wouldn’t believe me. Mathias would hear about it before I could make my move.

  So, I was on my own. I wasn’t surprised. Before The Sons, that was how life was. I didn’t need The Sons. I wish I had my mom, though. I hated it that she was gone. How do you live without your mom? How had I survived all these years without her?

  Sammy was my only saving grace, and even she couldn’t save me. I wouldn’t let her try, either. It would only bring her down. She had no future with me. She deserved a shot at happiness. Over the last two weeks, I pulled away from her.

  She noticed. She was always rubbing my shoulders, kissing me, and trying to get me to open up. I had to pull back, though. I had to make it seem realistic. I needed her to believe me when I broke it off with her. So, I scrounged up what little self-control I had, and I didn’t fuck her. I wanted to. I wanted nothing more than to feel her soft body wrapped up in my arms. I wanted to be inside of her; complete and warm and perfect.

  She was so goddamned beautiful and perfect. Mathias was the reason I was losing her. Maybe if all of this hadn’t happened, I would be able to retire from the club. Sammy and I could disappear in some coastal city by the beach.

  I was about to kill a very powerful man. I wasn’t an idiot. I knew what that meant. I knew there would be ramifications. I knew I wouldn’t survive. Letting his betrayal slide was not an option. Something more sinister than I could imagine was brewing. I wasn’t exactly sure, but Mathias didn’t just have it out for me. The Sons were in danger, too.

  I would save them, even if they never knew it. I would save Sammy, too.

  I spent my time trying to imagine a happy life for her. That was the only thing that mattered. I imagined her smiling with a curly haired kid in her arm. I imagined her in the sunlight. I imagined her wide open and full of joy.

  ***

  My heart raced. The ache to grab onto Sammy, to hold her and never let her go, was killing me. She was the only good thing in my life. She looked up from the kitchen table and smiled at me. Shit. I couldn’t be selfish. I wanted to. I was a selfish man my entire life. It wouldn’t be hard to do.

  I loved her too much to be selfish. She changed me in that way. Sammy made me want to do better. I would gift her an act of selflessness. Unfortunately, it would break her heart. Unfortunately, it would destroy mine. Still, there really wasn’t any other choice. I would not let her hop on my sinking ship. She needed to flee the destruction that was the shambles of my life. I was going down fast. I had to make my move.

  “Sammy, I need to talk to you.”

  The words fell out of my mouth like foreign objects. They were plastic. They weren’t me. It was like I wasn’t really there. I was somewhere hovering above the two of us, watching this all play out. It was horrifying.

  I sat down on the couch next to her. I grabbed her hands and took a deep breath. She knew something was up. Her green eyes widened as she searched mine. She furrowed her brows in concern. Her breath quickened.

  “I have to confess something to you, and I will understand if you hate me. You should hate me.”

  “Never,” she laughed, nervously.

  “Listen, I didn’t expect this to get so far. I was just,” I cleared my throat, “I was just using you so that you would go easy on me.”

  She dropped my hands and folded her arms across her chest. She took a moment, dissolving what I’d just said.

  “Liar. So that I would ‘go easy on you’? Bullshit.”

  I shrugged, “Turns out, you are a really nice person. I shouldn’t have led you on. You’ve already been through so much with Charlie. Despite popular belief, I do have a heart. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “Devin, it’s me. Just talk to me. What are you talking about? I know that this isn’t true.”

  “It is. I don’t want to be with you.”

  “Quit fucking lying,” she growled.

  “I’m not lying. I do not love you. I never have. I just didn’t expect things to get as far as they did. I’m putting a stop to it right now.”

  “So, you what, feel sorry for me?”

  “That’s about the gist of it,” I paused, “You didn’t deserve it. I’m sorry.”

  “I don’t believe it,” she shook her head, “I’ll never believe it.”

  “Well, you need to. You need to leave.”

  She sat there, motionless, trying to find a rebuttal. I didn’t give her the option. I was saving her. The more she hated me when she walked out the door, the safer she would be.

  “Go. I’ve got a group of friends coming over from the club. A few girls coming, that frankly, will hurt you more if you see. We’re going to drink. We’re going to fuck. You are not an outlaw, honey. I was usin
g you. I’m a criminal. What did you expect? Now I want you to take your shit and leave!”

  I grabbed her purse off the ground and tossed it at her.

  She set her purse down and slapped me. I didn’t move. She slapped me again, her bottom lip puckering out like a child. I didn’t move. Her small fist batted at my chest in a fury. She swung her arm back and slapped me in the face, again. Her breath had quickened and her face turned red. She hit me over and over.

  Finally, before losing it and confessing what was actually happening, I grabbed both of her wrists. I glared at her, the darkness overtaking my countenance. I gritted my teeth and seethed.

  I forced a laugh, “Darling, you are in way over your head with a guy like me. You have no idea what I am capable of! You think Charlie is bad? You haven’t seen shit. Get. The. Fuck. Out. And don’t even think about coming back here.”

  She took a deep breath and held her purse to her chest. Her eyes were closed. When she opened them, I nearly lost my façade. Her eyes were welled up with tears. She stood up and turned away from me as quickly as possible. The tears in her eyes were very close to spilling out onto her cheeks.

  She didn’t want me to see. She had her pride. She had her heart. She never let anyone else in. Of course, when she finally did, it was to me. That was a mistake. I was a demon and not long for the world. If I didn’t end up dead by the end of this, I was headed for prison. The Sons would never understand what I was about to do. Even if I was lucky enough to end up in prison, they would send a hit out for me. I would be gone within the first month of my sentence.

  So, those were my options. If Sammy still associated with me, she would probably be killed, as well. If she were still with me, we would have to run. If we got caught, her life would be spent behind a prison wall. None of that was good enough. Not for my Sammy. She’d have to suffer a broken heart, so that she could live. My only fear was that she would lock herself up again. She needed to be happy. Fuck, I hoped she would find happiness.