Vengeance MC Box Set - Volume 1: Call Me...Vengeance ~ Fury ~ Jonas

by Natasha Thomas

  Settling Laura in one of the spare rooms we keep for out of town visitors, at the opposite end of the clubhouse from those occupied by brothers, I downed two shots of Jack and scooped up Beth.

  That brings us current. Before being pulled under into the peace unconsciousness brings, I kiss the back of Beth’s neck, inhaling her sweetness, praying that tomorrow isn’t the beginning of the end of us.

  PART THREE

  “Don’t confuse your path with your destination.

  Just because it’s stormy now doesn’t mean you aren’t headed for the sunshine.”

  – Unknown

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  ~ Boss ~

  Out of the fire and into the flames

  A body shifting restlessly against me roused me from sleep before I was ready. It might have taken me a second to remember who was currently laying pressed tightly to my side, but as soon as I did, I couldn’t help the wicked smile that spread across my face. A smile I’m sure would have scared her if she was facing me to see it.

  Sometime during the night, Beth had entwined our legs, one of hers hooked between both of mine, the other thrown over my thighs. She’d flung her left arm across my middle, hand to hip, fingers curled into the flesh just south of it like she’d been worried I’d shift her away. With her head laying on my chest, her gorgeous hair spread out around her, some brushing my jaw giving me teasers of her scent as I breathed deep dreaming, I realized this was how I wanted to wake up every day.

  Pinned to the bed by a woman who embodied everything I’d been looking for, but never knew I wanted.

  Inching backward, far enough away to be able to look down the long length of her body, watch it curve, flaring at her hip, I take the tip of my finger, skimming it down the pale skin of her side. Beth shivered, goose flesh breaking out everywhere I touched, only making me want more. To taste. Lick. Use my tongue to elicit the same reaction.

  Deciding to see how far I could take this before she woke up and experienced everything her body was feeling, I flattened my hand, dragging it from her upper thigh to the top of her rib cage just beneath her breast. Her shirt didn’t put up much resistance, shifting higher with each pass, exposing the dark green lace of her bra.

  A cute moan slid up her throat, escaping her lips at my latest pass which included a swipe of her nipple. The nipple that had puckered into a hard, tight bud awaiting my mouth. I wanted that, my mouth on her, almost as much I wanted my cock buried inside her, my hands gripping her sweet ass as I pounded inside of her.

  When I said, there’s not a lot a man like me hasn’t done I meant it. I’ve fucked slow, hard, easy, and punishing. I’ve taken my time building it in a woman, delaying her pleasure, stringing it out. But none of the ways I’ve made a woman come for me, had her begging and writhing beneath me have been for any other reason than because I wanted it. Until now. Now, I wanted to focus on Beth. Make this all about her and all the ways I could have her screaming my name. And while it’d be a lie to say I didn’t want to come with her wrapped around me, taking my cock deep, I wanted to see the ecstasy on her face as she shattered for me more.

  Covering her breast with my hand, the other fisting her hair, tilting her head back, I slammed my mouth down over hers and kissed her. It wasn’t a sweet, slow kiss that burned through you leaving nothing but a sinfully sweet burn in its wake. It was my teeth nipping at her plump lips, my tongue prying them open, and my hands moving over her body as if I already owned it. It was a kiss that by the end of which, had Beth wide awake and panting. Her arms were thrown around my neck, fingers grazing the skin at my nape with one hand, and stroking short passes across my shoulders with the other.

  Beth’s cheeks are flushed, her eyes glazed, and her mouth wet and swollen. Averting her gaze, Beth pulls her eyes from their study of my mouth, trying to remove herself from my grasp. But I’m not having any of it. Tightening one arm around her, I use the other to strip off her shirt and set about unhooking her bra.

  Once her gorgeous, full tits are bared to me, I don’t waste any time in worshipping them. Peppering open-mouthed kissed down her neck, I set myself on a course straight for the cotton candy pink nipples begging me to pay attention to them.

  Sucking one first, and then the other, alternating my devotion between them, I drag my tongue around the outside of the peak, teasing her areolas into tight, puckered circles. Laving, nipping, grazing with the edge of my teeth, Beth squirms as I roll her until she flat on her back. Her struggles have subsided leaving behind a woman who knows the pleasure I’m offering, and accepts it widening her legs to cradle my hips.

  Using my decent to remove my boxers, I make my way down Beth’s body taking note of every spot that makes her sigh, and the ones that cause a rush of wetness to flood her core. I can smell it. I could feel it before she’d even opened her eyes. But now, I want to taste it, have her honey coating my tongue as I turn her whispers into harsh demands for more.

  “You gonna open your beautiful legs for me, Beth,” I growl, sucking at the skin just above the line of her panties.

  Hooded eyes watch me, but the look in them isn’t only one of desire and longing, but of uncertainty.

  I tease her clit through the matching lace, causing her hips to buck, but she still doesn’t answer. Prompting further, I demand,

  “I need the words, sweetheart. I need you tell me you want what I’m going to give you, and you can start by opening yourself up for me, baby.”

  Drawing in a ragged breath, Beth’s legs part almost hesitantly, her eyes leaving mine and the flush that had been coloring her cheeks travels down the column of her chest to reach her clavicle.

  “Good girl,” I murmur against the new skin I exposed at the top of her mound.

  Then in a whispered voice I’d have missed if I wasn’t absorbing everything that is her, she says,

  “What are we doing here, Jackson?” Sucking in another lung-full of air, she asks, “I barely know you and you definitely don’t know me, so what’s going on?”

  “If you don’t know then you’ve been living under a rock, sweetheart,” I growl against her sensitive skin. “This is me getting to know you. And after I’m done, you’re gonna get to know me too.”

  Rising to my knees, I strip her panties down her shapely legs not waiting to see if she’s going to stop me. If I said I hadn’t expected her to put the brakes on that’d be a lie. I was fully prepared to have to talk her into taking what I’m offering. I was primed up to do just that. It wasn’t necessary, though. The second I threw the scrap of green lace over my shoulder, I saw the light in her eyes had changed. Deepened. Her eyes had gone liquid. She wants this just as much as I do.

  Dipping my head, I inhale her sweet, musky scent and take my first taste of her. I lap at her slit, kissing the inside of her thighs nipping at the soft, creamy skin there. It doesn’t take long for Beth the spear her hands into my hair and start writhing beneath me. Her thighs clamped tightly to the side of my head, I throw her legs over my shoulders driving my tongue deeper inside her already drenched pussy.

  “Oh god, Jackson. More,” she moans desperately.

  That’s when I consume her. Eating, feasting, drinking Beth in, I take everything she has to give and push her to give me more. Drowning in her, I take my hands, grab her ass, and tilt her hips until my face is buried so deep between her thighs I can’t see, feel, smell anything but her.

  When I feel her getting close, I growl against her clit, tear my mouth from her while unwrapping her legs from my back rising up until we’re face-to-face. Hovering above her, I fist my cock and rub it up the length of her pussy covering myself in her wetness.

  Staring into her eyes, my forehead touching hers, I whisper,

  “You ready to get to know me now, sweetheart?”

  Gripping my hair, Beth pulls my mouth to hers. She doesn’t kiss me, though. Instead, she searches my face looking for something. Finding it, she murmurs,

  “If you’re ready to show me then, yes.”

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p; I kiss her thoroughly, wet and deep until she incapable of stringing a sentence two words together. Snaking my arm around her waist, I pull her to me erasing the last inch of space between us. I guide her hand and wrap it around my cock, demanding,

  “Guide me inside you, baby. And do it slowly.”

  Beth complies with my direction immediately. Wrapping one smooth hand around my shaft, she lines the head of my cock up with her entrance. Pushing inside her, I feel her muscles tense, contracting around me like a vice.

  “Relax, sweetheart,” I growl. “Relax and open for me.”

  Beth’s hand fly to my shoulders, digging her nails into my flesh. After a few teasing strokes, pushing in and out until the tension dissipates, I begin fucking her in earnest.

  My hand leaves her waist traveling down the length of her side, plunging between her legs, I work her clit in tight circles.

  “Wrap your legs around me, gorgeous. I want to be wrapped up in you when you come for me.”

  Her legs instantly find my hips, ankles digging into the base of my spine as she breathes,

  “Oh. My. God.”

  “Tip your hips for me, sweetheart. I want to go deeper,” I groan as she begins to shake in my arms.

  Panting into the side of my neck, Beth traces it with the tip of her tongue. Her hands grip my ass as she grinds against me driving me so close to the edge I can almost taste it.

  “Fucking hell. Jesus, Beth,” I rumble as she rotates her hips again shuddering against me.

  Knowing her orgasm was as close as my own, I slam into her planting myself deep before withdrawing and doing it again. Over and over, I fuck her. Almost ruthlessly my cock pounds into her tight flesh, my finger manipulating her clit as she whimpers for more.

  “Harder. Harder, Jackson.” Begging she pants, “Oh my God. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

  Pausing, with only the head of my dick inside her, I drop my head and bite the sensitive skin where her throat meets her shoulder. Sucking deep, I mark her. Brand her as mine. My teeth leave indents in her flesh, not breaking the skin but enough to know that they’ll be visible for a few days at least.

  Looking down at my mark, noticing the way her eyes have glazed over, I begin to move again. Harder like she requested. The flush coloring her cheeks, her beaded nipples rasping against my chest, and the feeling of her pussy as it spasms around my cock has me groaning in ecstasy.

  “Not gonna be able to hold back if you keep squeezing me like that, sweetheart.” Tweaking her nipple, I command, “Need you to come for me, baby. Now.”

  At my words, Beth’s muscles clenched, her back bowed off the bed, and her eyes drift shut.

  “Eye’s on me, baby. The whole time I’m fucking you, I want your eyes on me.”

  Her eyes snap open just as her mouth does. A long, throaty moan leaves her throat at the same time her body strings tight and she jerks in my arms.

  “Jackson. Yes, God yes.”

  Slamming into her once, twice, a third and then a fourth and final time, I plant myself to the root and come deep and hard.

  Careful not to give her too much of my weight, I drop to an elbow and run my tongue over the mark I gave her. I’ve never done that before. Never felt the need to brand a woman, but when it comes to Beth, I’m learning everything about her is different. That includes how I feel about her. What I want to do to her. And what I’ve got the overwhelming need to make her feel.

  The smile on Beth’s face is shy but brilliant when I allow my eyes to leave where we’re connected and look up at her. Continuing to stroke gently, my cock absorbing the aftershocks of her orgasm, I ask,

  “You okay, sweetheart?” At her nod, I go on to ask, “I didn’t hurt you? Do anything you didn’t like, weren’t into?”

  “Um, no,” she replies hesitantly. “I, um, I really enjoyed…” shaking her head, Beth blushes furiously letting her sentence trail off.

  Smirking at her, I drop a soft kiss on her lips.

  “I’ll take that as you liked it, baby.” Blushing again, she bites the inside of her cheek and nods.

  As much as I’d like to stay in the now, feel her warmth underneath me, her legs cradling my hips, and my cock softening but still buried inside of her, we’ve got to talk. And now as good a time as any.

  Rolling to my side shifting her with my so that she’s curled into my side, I kiss the top of her head and tighten my arm around her waist.

  “Are you good with keeping me inside you while we talk, sweetheart, or do wanna go clean up first?”

  And yeah, I realize what I did. I didn’t plan on doing it, but now that I have, I can’t bring myself to be pissed about it.

  I’ve never had a woman bare before. I’ve never gotten so caught up in the moment that I haven’t had the good sense to use a condom. But like I said, Beth’s different. And after having her this way, I know I won’t be down with having any barriers between us. That doesn’t only apply to fucking latex either.

  Beth’s shocked gasp has my hand squeezing her hip, my fingers digging in dragging her closer. Covering her mouth with mine, I kiss her silent. She doesn’t take the hint and stay that way for long, though.

  “Ohmigod. Ohmigod. Ohmigod,” she chants breathlessly.

  With another kiss, I urge,

  “Settle, baby. Everything’s good, yeah?”

  “Oh my God,” Beth cries, trying to bury her face in her hands.

  Grabbing both, I pin her hands to my chest.

  “I said settle, sweetheart.”

  Ignoring me again, she whispers,

  “Ah, Jackson, you don’t know this about me, but you can’t just demand that I ‘settle’ and I’ll automatically stop whatever minor, or major for that matter freak out I’m in the middle of.” Digging her nails into my chest, she hisses, “I’m not on any birth control. I haven’t needed it for so long that I stopped taking it years ago, so us doing that, you know, having sex without a condom is a big fucking deal don’t you think?”

  I’m not sure if she knows what she’s just said, but it makes my inner caveman rear up and beat on his chest. Her not needing birth control for years means she hasn’t been with anyone, and damn if that isn’t a turn on in and of itself.

  Fighting the urge to laugh and control my cock that’s steadily growing knowing none else had been inside her, I clamp my mouth shut and grunt,

  “Fuck yes, it’s a big deal,” I agree. “I’ve never fucked a woman bare before, baby, you’re the first. I’ll get tested and show you the results if you’re worried about that shit, but you’ve gotta know, the next time and the one after, and the time after that I’m gonna have you the same way. I’m not covering my cock now I know how hot, wet, and tight you are, sweetheart. That’s just not gonna happen.”

  “Are you insane?” She shrieks. “No, no, don’t answer that. I know you are.”

  Throwing a leg over her thighs, I angle up and loom over her.

  “I’m not sure why you think that statement was crazy, baby. You’re gonna have to clue me in here because I’m not a mind reader. But I’ll tell you what I think is insane, though,” I growl, alternating between kissing the corner of her mouth and running my free hand up and down her side. “You thinking I’d want to wrap up after having you naked in all the ways you can be is fucking insane, Beth. I’ve never felt anything like that, and I’m not gonna be all that happy if now that I have you decided not to give it to me again. So now do you want to tell me what’s really going on?”

  I got the feeling that Beth isn’t worried about me giving her anything. She might not know a whole lot about MC’s, but the look on her face when I said I haven’t had another woman bare wasn’t one of shock. It was one of understanding.

  Beth pulls her head back, raising an eyebrow at me.

  “Can you stop touching me for a second, please? I can’t think when you’re doing that.”

  Chuckling at her, shaking my head, I kiss her again.

  “No, baby, I can’t. I like having you in my arms pres
sed against me, so you’re just going to have to deal.”

  “Seriously?” She replies testily.

  “Yeah, seriously, sweetheart,” I grin in response. Dipping my head lower, swiping my tongue over her lips demanding entrance, I kiss her deep, long, and wet.

  Tearing her mouth from mine, her hand at me chest curls into a fist as she narrows her eyes threateningly.

  “See, that’s what I mean. You kiss me and I get distracted.” That was the plan so I don’t argue. “I forget to be mad at you and what I was going to say, so you have to stop. We need to talk about this,” glaring at me attempting to hide my chuckle, she snaps, “And when I say talk, I mean a conversation that involves two people. Not a one-sided one that has a hot, alpha, badass biker telling me how it is and not taking my opinion into account. Do you think you can manage that?”

  Fuck but she’s gorgeous when she’s angry.

  “Yeah, sweetheart,” I grin. “I think I can manage that.”

  “Good. Now, let me up so that I can get dressed and we can talk.”