“Mmm, wait,” Marley hummed, moving away from me and reached into the bedside table drawer. She tossed a bottle of lube at me and got back in the same position she was in before. She waved her ass at me, waiting. “Do it, Troy,” she moaned.
I tossed the bottle of lube onto the bed, not ready for it yet. Who would have thought my sexy little Marley would have a bottle of lube next to her bed. My dick grew harder at the thought of spreading the cold lube over the tight hole of her ass and I knew it was only a matter of time before every inch of Marley was mine.
Gently probing the tight rosebud of her ass, she pressed back into my finger. “You like that?” I growled. I reached down to her wet pussy, flicking her clit and I heard her groan, her head dropping to the bed.
I leaned down, opening the wet lips of her pussy and flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue. My finger probed the tight rosebud of her ass as I worked her clit with the tip of my tongue.
I grabbed the bottle of lube, leaning back and squirted a dollop onto her tight ass. “Troy,” she moaned as I worked it into her. I squirted more and added another finger, stretching her sweet ass. She moaned low as I scissor my fingers inside her, my dick begging to feel her tight ass.
I leaned down, kissing the curve of her back, my fingers pumping in and out of her. I reached around with my other hand, flicking her clit. Her moans of pleasure surrounding me as I bring her to the brink. Just when she’s about to explode, I edge off, wanting to save her ecstasy for when my dick is buried deep inside her.
“You think you’re ready for me, baby girl?” I reached down, pulling my dick from my boxers and stroked my dick as my fingers plunged inside her.
Her head was buried in the pillow, her moans driving me closer to the edge. I pulled my fingers out and she pushed back, trying to follow my retreating fingers.
“Just hold on.” I grabbed the lube, coating my dick and squirting more onto her tight hole and tossed it on the floor. “You’re mine, Marley,” I vowed. I got up on my knees, positioning myself between her spread legs. She got up on her forearms and looked at me over her shoulder.
“I swear to god if you don’t make me cum in the next five minutes I’m going to explode.”
“Oh, baby,” I growled, lining my dick up with her tight hole. “You’re going to explode, just around my dick.”
She pushed her ass into me, begging for more. I grasped her hip with one hand, holding her steady, controlling how fast this went. I slowly pushed into her, feeling the vise like grip on my dick, each inch I sunk deeper.
Her breathing became short, shallow breaths and she buried her head in the pillow again. I stopped, halfway, giving her a moment to adjust. My dick begged for more but I knew I needed to go slow.
I waited. Counting the seconds until she caught her breath.
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Marley
Troy was slowly killing me. I had never felt such pleasure with a bite of pain. It was intoxicating and I wanted more. As he slowly pushed into me, I mentally chanted to myself to just relax. Halfway in he stopped, not moving. He was driving me crazy.
I caught my breath, knowing he was trying to take things slow but my body screamed for more.
“You better not be done, cowboy.”
“We’re just getting started,” he growled, leaning down, kissing me on my back.
“I need more,” I pleaded, gripping the sheets.
He slowly pushed into me more. My body protested for a second and then relaxed, giving him access. He gripped my hips, his fingers digging in. He was on the brink of his control, and I was the one who was doing that to him.
He gave one last inch and he was all the way in. “Son of a bitch,” he bit off
I glanced over my shoulder, Troy’s eyes clasped shut, “Give it to me,” I moaned.
His eyes opened, connecting with mine. He growled low and deep and slowly pulled out. He pulled all the way out, leaving only the tip in and I felt empty. I pushed back, his dick sinking back in. “That’s it baby.” He stayed still, letting me take control.
I slowly rocked back and forth, with every stroke the pain became less and pleasure took over. He leaned forward, wrapping his arms around me, hands spanning my stomach. “You’re fucking perfect,” he growled, his lips inches from my ear. He trailed kisses down my spine as I kept rocking.
His hand snaked down my stomach, finding my clit. “Troy,” I gasped, rearing back, taking him all the way.
“Faster, baby. Take it,” he groaned, pinching my clit. I threw my head back, pulling out and slamming back onto him.
My climax built, pleasure taking me over, only feeling. Our bodies became one, Troy pounding into me and my body milked him.
“So sweet, but so dirty,” he growled when I reached down, pushing his hand out of the way, stroking my clit.
He gathered my hair, pulling it back with one hand, my head tilting back.
His hand grasping my hip while the other held my hair, giving me another bit of pain.
He slammed into me and I pinched my clit, desperate for release. “Take it baby, take it,” he moaned.
My finger flicked my clit, pushing me over the edge as he slammed into me over and over. I pumped my finger into my pussy, feeling my tight hole pulse around my finger. Troy groaned above me, his fingers biting into me. He pumped his hot cum into me, filling me up.
“Fuck yeah,” he groaned with one last thrust.
I collapsed onto the bed, completely exhausted but so good. Troy’s still hard dick pulled out of me, and I gasped, feeling empty. We both panted, trying to catch our breath.
“Give me five minutes, maybe ten, and then your pussy is mine.” He collapsed next to me, his arm thrown across me.
“I think I might need more than that. I don’t even think I can roll over.”
“I’ll do all the work, baby girl.” He brushed my hair out of my face and stroked my cheek.
“How the hell are you able to even talk right now? It’s taking all my concentration to talk right now. I’ve never felt like that before.”
“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you, baby.”
“Hmm, well, when you put it that way I doubt I’ll ever get enough of you,” I scooted over, cuddling under his arm. “You’re not going home tonight.”
“I didn’t plan on it.” Troy turned on his side, pulling me fully into his arms. “I don’t plan on leaving for at least a couple of weeks.”
“What happens after a couple of weeks?” I asked, confused.
“King asked me to keep an eye on you.”
“Why?” Mark’s family was taken care of. What did Troy have to protect me from anymore?
“Leo Banachi is taking care of Kevin, Mark’s dad, but King is still worried about the Assassins.”
“But I have nothing to do with the Assassins.”
“King just wants to be extra careful. He’s struck a deal with the Banachi’s to help take out the Assassins, and he is worried once the Assassins catch wind that the Banachi’s are after them now, they might go after anyone connected to the Devil’s Knights. You and I included.”
“So you have no choice but to be with me again.” Shit. Troy was obligated to be with me. He wasn’t here by choice. I was a fucking idiot. I pushed away from him and jumped out of bed, grabbing the first shirt I could find.
I pulled it over my head, realizing it was Troy’s. Shit, surrounding myself with Troy was probably not the best way to get away from him.
“What the hell are you doing?” Troy asked, looking at me like I was crazy.
“Why are you here?” I demanded.
“I thought we went over this. I’m here because I can’t fucking be without you.” Troy sat up and threw his legs over the side of the bed.
“No, you’re here because you have to be. King asked you to look after me. That’s the only reason.” I couldn’t believe what a fool I had been. I had poured my heart out to Troy, telling him my la
me story of never unpacking all my boxes and now I found out the real reason he was here.
“What the hell? I planned on coming over here before King even asked me to keep an eye on you. I’m here for you, not for anyone else.”
“How am I supposed to believe that!”
“Because I fucking told you, Marley! That should be enough.” Troy stood up and pulled me into his arms.
“No, stop. I can’t think when you touch me,” I protested, pushing against his chest.
His arms tightened against me and he wouldn’t let me go. “Then I guess I’m going to have to keep my hands on you so you don’t start thinking crazy shit, trying to run away from me.”
“No! I can’t believe I was such a fool.” I closed my eyes, wishing I could take back the last two hours.
“Open your eyes, Marley.” I turned my head away, just wanting to disappear. I shook my head no and Troy grasped my chin, turning my face to his. “Open. Your. Eyes.”
I had no choice. It was time to get the rejection over and move on. I opened my eyes and waited.
“I love you.”
What? “You can’t. You don’t.”
“I can and I do.”
“You clearly don’t know me,” I whispered.
“I’ve known you long enough to know I never want to go a day without seeing your beautiful face every morning I wake up. I refuse to let you run from me. I’ll find you every time and bring you back to me and prove how much I love you.”
I shook my head no, unable to talk. He couldn’t love me. It was too soon. We shouldn’t feel this way about each other. “I can’t…” I whispered, the tears falling down my cheeks.
“It’s ok if you don’t love me, Sunshine. I just couldn’t let you go on thinking that I was only here because you were some obligation to you. Hell, if Gravel threatened to kill me if I ever saw you again I would still be here. I want to be here, Marley.” “
“I… I… I love you, too,” I whispered.
“I don’t want to live without you any more Marley. I can’t do it.”
“I love you,” I mumbled. I wrapped my arms around Troy’s neck and he pulled me close.
“You really thought I was only here because I had to be?” he mumbled into my hair.
“Sorry.”
“You are definitely going to keep me on my toes, Sunshine. I’m gonna have fun proving to you every day that I’m here to stay.”
“You don’t have to. I promise. I’ll try to keep my craziness in check,” I laughed.
Troy pulled back, holding me at arm’s length. “I love your craziness and I love you, Marley. Don’t ever change anything.”
“Nothing?”
Troy laughed, “OK, maybe knock off the whole doubting I love you thing but other than that, don’t change anything.”
“Not even my lack of cooking? I could have Ethel try to teach me.”
“Nope. I cook, you can do the dishes.”
I tilted my head to the side and wondered how I had managed to stumble into a more perfect man for me. He loved me, crappy cooking and all.
“Deal,” I held my hand out, waiting for him to shake on it.
“Oh no, Sunshine. If we’re gonna agree on something, it’ll always be with a kiss.” He knocked my hand out of the way and threaded his fingers through my hair, pulling me close.
“I love you, Troy. You made the battle worth the reward.”
“As long as you’re the reward, I’ll fight every day for you, Marley. I love you.” He kissed me. He kissed me with everything he had and it couldn’t have been more perfect. It
was time for Troy and I to savor our reward; each other.
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Chapter 32
Troy
“Ugh, Troy, wake up, you’re phone keeps ringing,” Marley moaned in her sleep, hitting me in the head.
“Easy, wildcat,” I mumbled, rolling over. I grabbed my phone and saw King’s number. “Shit.”
“What’s wrong?” Marley rasped out.
“I missed four calls from King.”
“Well, freakin’ answer it before it becomes five missed calls,” she mumbled into her pillow.
I swiped right and put the phone to my ear. “Yo.”
“Where are you right now?” King demanded.
“In bed. Sleeping. What the hell is wrong?” I glanced at the bedside clock and saw it was only two thirty. Any phone call in the middle of the night was never good.
“You need to get dressed and get your asses to the clubhouse now.”
I instantly woke up. “What’s going on?”
“Someone just tried to bomb Meg’s house.”
“Holy fuck! Is she alright? What about Remy?” I jumped out of bed and found my pants I had dropped at the top of the stairs.
“We’re all fine. I want everyone at the clubhouse though. You and Gambler were the only ones I couldn’t get a hold of. Clubhouse, fifteen minutes.”
King disconnected the call before I could say anything else. I pulled my pants on, walking back into the bedroom and saw Marley sitting up, the sheet pulled to her chest, a confused look on her face. “What’s going on?”
“You need to get dressed and then try calling Gwen. We need to get to the clubhouse as soon as possible.” I grabbed my tee I had pulled off Marley earlier and pulled it over my head. I spotted my socks at the door of the bedroom and grabbed them.
“Troy! Tell me what’s going on!” Marley demanded, sliding out of bed.
“Someone tried to bomb Meg’s house tonight. I have no idea how bad it is. All I know is everyone is OK. The only ones King can’t get a hold of are Gambler and Gwen. Get dressed, now.” I pulled my socks on and watched Marley frantically grab sweatpants and a sweatshirt and pulled them both on. She shoved her feet into a pair of shoes that looked like ballet flats and grabbed her phone.
“What if something happened to Gwen?”
“That’s why you need to call her, Sunshine. No one has her number but you. I’m sure they are both just sleeping.”
Marley fumbled with her phone, almost dropping it, and finally put it to her ear. “She’s not answering.”
“Keep calling her, baby. Let’s go,” I grabbed her hand and dragged her down the stairs with me. I grabbed my boots that were by the front door and pulled them on.
“She’s still not answering, Troy. Oh my god. What if something happened to her?” Marley cried.
“Look at me, Marley.” I grasped her chin and tilted her eyes up to me. “She is fine. There has to be an explanation. Gambler was watching her. He wouldn’t let anything happen to her. Trust me.”
Marley nodded her head, tears streaking down her face. “She’s my friend, Troy.”
“I know, baby, and everything is going to be fine. As long as you’re with me, everything will be OK.” I shouldn’t have promised her that, but everything needed to be OK. I knew Gambler would never let anything happen to Gwen.
“I love you, Troy,” she whispered.
“I love you, too, Sunshine.” I placed a gentle kiss on her soft lips and grabbed my keys out of my pocket. “Come on, baby. We need to get to the clubhouse and we’ll find out more, OK?”
Marley nodded her head yes and we ran out the door and climbed into my truck. I pulled her next to me, needing her close to me. She snuggled into my side, her head resting on my shoulder.
Her tears had stopped. “We’ve been through so much, Troy. We can make it through this, right?” she asked as I pulled out of her driveway.
“As long as you’re next to me, Marley, we can make it through anything.”
“Promise?” she whispered.
“I promise,” I vowed. She clasped my hand, holding on tight.
“I believe you.” She turned her head, looking at me. I glanced at her, seeing her trust and love shining up at me and knew that no matter what happened, everything would be all right. Even if it was the last thing I did. Seeing
Marley happy was something I would fight for every day.
I had gone through the battle, and I’ll be damned if my reward was going to be taken away from me.
Marley was mine.
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Chapter 33
Gambler
This woman was going to be the death of me.
The End
For now…
Coming Soon…
Gambler’s Longshot
Devil’s Knights Series
Book 5
Opposites attract, or so they say.
With Gwen constantly throwing sass and questioning every word that comes out of Gambler’s mouth, Gambler and Gwen maybe the first couple to prove that saying wrong.
All Gambler wants to do is keep Gwen safe and that’s it. He never expected the unwanted attraction and the need to protect her no matter what.
Gambler’s intentions maybe true, but Gwen has learned the hard way that things are not always what they seem.
Can Gambler persuade Gwen to take a chance on him, or will all bets be off?
About the Author
Winter Travers is a devoted wife, mother, and aunt, turned author. With stories constantly flowing around her, Loving Lo was the one story that had to get out (new ones are knocking on the door daily now).
Winter loves to bake and cook when she isn't at work, zipping around on her forklift. She also has an addiction to anything MC related, her dog Thunder, and Mexican food (Tamales!)
Winter has eight total books planned for The Devil's Knights series and the Skid Row Kings series coming summer 2016.
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