Mayhem Madness: Reckless Bastards MC Series Books 1-7

by KB Winters

  And this morning I wanted to show him how much it meant to me. I turned in his arms because escape wasn’t an option, his hand dropped to my hip as I took in the rugged cut of his jaw, long dark lashes fanned his cheekbones. He had a masculine beauty that was hard to describe, but I’d spent more hours than I would ever admit, sketching that face.

  His chest rose and fell, dislodging the sheet as I adjusted to get a better look at him. His chest was so big, a deep grove ran between his pecs and down to his abs. My hand traversed the path, gaze riveted on his scarred, tan body. His cock twitched and began to come to life and I grinned. The moment was perfect.

  Slowly I slid down his body, careful not to wake him so I wouldn’t lose my nerve. I hadn’t gotten a chance to really look at him last night or the night we made love. Had sex. He was gorgeous, his cock was long and thick. Now that I held it in my hand, stroking gently I pegged it as nine solid inches of hard—and getting harder—cock. I leaned forward with a tentative flick of my tongue across the slit at his cockhead and the bead of liquid there. It was salty but also intoxicating.

  I lowered my mouth to the thick mushroom head and wrapped my lips around it, pulling it into my mouth and allowing the length and weight of it settle on my tongue. It didn’t have a taste, not really. It was slightly musky and smelled like Max, but the more I licked and sucked, the thicker his scent became and the wetter my thighs were.

  “Ah, fuck,” he bit out and my eyes flicked up to meet his, dark and intense. “Jana,” he grunted, “you know how to welcome a man to a new day.” He grinned but I could see the clench of his jaw, the way his nostrils flared.

  I sat up, unable to read his body language or facial expressions. “Am I doing it wrong?”

  “Honey, if you did it any more right, I might be fucking that dirty little mouth of yours.”

  I swallowed, his gaze and sensual tone went straight to my clit, making it swell. My channel flooded with desire and I grinned. “That sounds intriguing. Will it hurt?”

  “No, but Jana, you don’t want that.”

  I shrugged. “How will I know? I want to make you crazy.”

  “Keep doing what you were doing,” he assured me and with a proud smile, I bent back down and took him in my mouth, taking more of him in my mouth until the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat and he shouted my name. My pussy flooded with moisture at the sound and I did it again, sticking a hand between my legs to see if it worked. Sure enough, my pussy clenched around two fingers when I took him deep. When his hips flexed and those sexy totally masculine sounds came from his mouth.

  I did it again, this time trying to lick his balls as I did and his hips flexed again, so deep I choked, but it turned me on too. I should have been worried, at least, but all I could focus on what how this made both of us feel. The more I pushed him, the more his hips moved and he began to fuck my mouth like he said. I moaned and flicked my tongue against the underside of his balls.

  “Jana,” he warned in a deep, dark voice. I ignored him, too lost to pleasing him to understand his tone. His cock tightened on my tongue, hardened and then I felt the first trembles of his orgasm and then his cock shot hot spurts of liquid down my throat, salty and thick. Intriguing.

  I slowed my mouth and only stopped when he pulled me away. “What?”

  “Why didn’t you stop?”

  I frowned at his tone. “You didn’t like it?”

  “I didn’t say that.”

  Okay, now I really was confused. “I felt how much sucking you off was turning me on and I wanted to see how far it could go.”

  “And,” his lips curled into a sultry smile. “Come here.” I climbed up the bed beside him and his slid two fingers deep inside me, pulling a satisfied moan from me. “Shit, babe. All of that from sucking my cock?”

  “Apparently.”

  “Well honey, you can suck my cock anytime you need to get yourself in the mood.” I laughed and smacked his chest but he grabbed both of my wrists and his expression sobered. I swallowed, suddenly wary. “But now I feel compelled to return the favor.”

  I blinked. “It wasn’t a favor.” I didn’t want him to do anything because of some tit for tat system of payback. “And you’re not quite ready yet,” I said, glancing down at his cock.

  Max laughed. “That’s okay, I have something else in mind.” He slid down until his head rested on a pillow. “I want you to put your pussy right here,” he said and stuck out his tongue.

  I shook my head. “I can’t.”

  “Oh you can. And you will.” He pulled me until I straddled his hips. “Scoot up,” he urged and though I moved tentatively, I did settle right over his mouth. “Perfect.”

  He palmed my ass until I leaned forward, hands braced on my headboard. Then his tongue, slightly cool to the touch, slid through my drenched folds, the sound so loud I cringed with embarrassment. “Oh, god!” My own hips began to move as his tongue and lips worked my body, flicking and sucking and bringing me so close to the edge, I could smell the freedom below. “Ah!” I couldn’t stop moving, not when below me Max growled and licked like me and my pussy were his life force. “Max, oh fuck, Max!”

  He gripped me tighter, holding me at his mercy while his lips pulled my clit and sucked it hard. Millions of shards of lights flashed behind my eyes, my body jerked and convulsed as the orgasm washed over me. I had a white knuckle grip on the headboard, my hips grinding against him until he’d wrung every stitch of pleasure out of body, leaving me limp and sated. My body sagged against him and one long finger slid deep, sending me back up over that edge of pleasure one more time as he growled and kept sucking my clit until I was so filled with pleasure, my body was so slick with desire that my legs gave out. “Fuck that was worth being nearly suffocated to death.”

  I laughed and rolled off him, resting my head on his chest. “That was like a drug. I felt naughty and kind of dirty.” I kissed his nipple and he groaned. “I liked it.”

  “Good, I’m glad. Now let’s go back to sleep and when we wake up later, I’ll show you how dirty you really are.”

  I snuggled close to his strong, sexy masculine scent, letting it travel to my brain and lull me into a deep, restful sleep.

  Chapter 11

  Max

  Waking up in a strange bed was usually cause for alarm, but with Jana’s scent still lingering on my body and in my nostrils, I knew exactly where I was and reached out to her. The bed was cool where she’d slept after I’d made her nearly pass out from her orgasms and I groaned, sat up in her bed. The room was neat except for the evidence of our passion last night and this morning in the form of clothes strewn all over the room and pillows dotted the floor.

  I stood and went to the master bathroom to wash up because the smells coming from the kitchen—bacon and coffee—had my stomach standing up to remind me I’d burned more calories than I’d consumed last night. I slipped on the green boxer briefs that hung on a drawer handle and made my way down to the kitchen.

  I froze just before I reached the doorway as a male voice sounded. A familiar male voice. I looked around the door and froze at the figure sitting at the small round table and smiling bright up at Jana. “Tate?”

  He and Jana froze, but gazes turned to me. “Big brother! Did you miss me?”

  I could’ve throttled the little fucker, but I missed him too damn much and I was so happy to see him. A scowl was fixed on my face as I stalked to him and Tate’s grin faded. “Fucking right I missed you. Get your ass over here.” I pulled him to a big, emotional hug. It lasted longer than it probably should have, but this was my fucking brother. “Fuck, it’s so good to see you, kid.” His shoulders relaxed and I realized he was worried about how I’d receive him.

  “It’s good to see you too, old man.”

  “Not too old to kick your ass.”

  He scoffed. “You and what army?”

  “Uncle Sam’s,” we both answered with similar grins. “Where have you been?”

  To his credit, Tate’s expression
straightened, a small smirk still appeared at the corner of his mouth. “Don’t worry, your girl has already given me a proper tongue lashing about scaring my big bad mama bear.” He sighed but he was serious now. “I needed to decompress for a while and I knew you guys would want to party straight off. I needed to get my head on straight first.”

  “And before that?” Now that he was okay and free, I wanted some damn answers. “I haven’t seen you or talked to you in months, Tate.”

  He blew out a breath and took a sip of the steaming cup of coffee cradled in his hands. His familiar gray gaze cut to Jana and she gave an encouraging nod. “I needed to make sure the government couldn’t use any club business against me.”

  The words hung in the air between us and I resisted the urge to look at Jana because I couldn’t bear to see her wearing an arrogant grin.

  “Have a seat,” Jana broke into the contemplative silence and slid a tall stack of pancakes on the table, then eggs and bacon and fruit.

  “How did you find me?” Savior was the only one who knew about Jana and he didn’t know her last name.

  “Your phone. I knocked an hour ago and Jana was kind enough to let me in instead of calling the police.”

  She grinned and blushed prettily. “I figured you probably had enough of them to last you a lifetime. Plus, the resemblance is strong, even with the different hair color.” Head down, she kept her focus on the breakfast while Tate and I caught up.

  “You plan on staying at the compound?”

  Tate shook his head. “Nah, I need my own space. I have a hotel stipend for a few weeks so I’ll use that while I figure it out.”

  “Bullshit. I have a spare room. It’s only got a bed and a nightstand, but its yours for however long you want it.”

  He grinned but I could see the strain it caused. “Thanks, Max.”

  “I’m just so fucking happy you’re out, man.”

  “Me too.” He smiled and for a moment I caught a glimpse of the boy he used to be before life had shown him what an unfair bitch she could be.

  “Eat,” Jana insisted, “or I’ll start to believe you prefer prison food to mine.”

  Tate laughed and it was genuine this time. “Yes ma’am. And if I’d gotten food this good in prison, it wouldn’t have been so bad.” He ate quickly and I could see a restless, unsettled quality that hadn’t been there before. “Would you like me to help with something?”

  Jana frowned and shook her head. “No. You’re a guest.”

  “Uninvited,” he added with a bit of anger.

  Jana wasn’t fazed though, she turned big green eyes up at him and arched a brow. “That’s still a guest.” They were locked in a stare down and I didn’t know if I should intervene or not.

  But Tate relaxed. “Okay then. Thanks for breakfast, Jana. It was nice to meet you.”

  “You too, Tate. And I’m happy you got your freedom back.”

  He blinked, uncomfortable for a moment with her words but then I saw acceptance dawn. “Thanks. Me too.”

  The moment was so tender, so intimate I felt like an outsider and he was my brother. What the fuck was wrong with me? “I’ll walk you out.” I took a quick detour to hand off my house keys. “Use whatever you like, except my underwear and my condoms.”

  Tate flashed a grin. “I’m all set in that regard, thanks.”

  “You need cash?”

  He shook his head. “No. What I need is someone who can go through my bank statements. Even though I’ve been cleared of the crime, the government isn’t willing to give up the money they confiscated from me. It’s a lot of fucking money, Max.”

  I sighed, knowing that my morning plans with Jana were about to be derailed. Again. “Come on back in, you should talk to Jana. If she can’t help, she can point you in the right direction.”

  “What? That little bitty thing in the kitchen?”

  I grinned and followed behind him. “That little bitty thing is an accountant.”

  “No shit? How’d you find her?”

  “Art therapy.”

  He looked over his shoulder with a quickly fading grin. “Shit, for real?”

  “Yep.”

  “You doing better?”

  “A bit, not much. You?”

  Tate shrugged. “Only time will tell.” He turned in the doorway and froze. “I think you should’ve told your girl I was still here.”

  I peeked over his shoulder to find Jana scrambling off the counter, butt naked, as she tried to cover herself with a kitchen towel and then an apron. “Shit! I thought…never mind. I need a minute, or a million, maybe just a rock to climb under.”

  I grinned at her adorable awkwardness and Tate laughed. “We’ll be in the living room. Tate needs an accountant.”

  She peeked up over the counter and grinned. “Really? Great! Just…go away please and thanks.” She sank back behind the counter, whispering curses to herself. She was fucking adorable.

  “We’re in the living room,” I told her when Tate fell onto the couch, stifling a laugh. “Don’t embarrass her,” I warned.

  Tate held his hands up in surrender. “Embarrass? I’m jealous as fuck there’s no beautiful woman waiting for me butt naked on a counter somewhere. I’ve been in prison for six years, dude.”

  “You up for a party tonight?”

  “Nope. Dinner?”

  “You cooking?”

  He shook his head. “You’re buying, big brother.”

  “Gladly.” I meant it too. Now that Tate was back where he belonged, maybe I could finally move forward with my life.

  Chapter 12

  Jana

  “You know how to cook?” I stood in my kitchen on Saturday afternoon, leaning against the counter while Max unpacked two paper sacks filled with groceries.

  “Damn right I know how to cook, woman. How do you think I survived all these years?”

  I grinned at his affronted look. “Aren’t there guys who’s only job is to feed you?” I bit back a laugh but the more offended he looked the funnier it all was.

  “Wait until you eat it before commenting.” He puffed his chest out, broad shoulders taking up more room than necessary in my small kitchen. “You’ll not only love it, you’ll beg for the recipe.” He was so self-assured I felt my pussy tighten in anticipation.

  “I guess we’ll see, won’t we?” Pushing off the counter, I went over to what could, generously, be called my wet bar. Really it was a hutch topped with bottles, and a drawer full of other cocktail making tools. “Can you at least tell me what we’re having so I can make us drinks?”

  “Fish.”

  I tapped my chin, fully aware of his gaze on me, and thought about what I could make. For a guy like Max it had to pack a punch but it couldn’t be too girly. “You’re not really a martini kind of guy and a V&T is too plain when I’ve got a handsome man cooking me dinner.”

  “Just make something, woman.”

  I grinned at him the smile he sent back nearly buckled my knees. I loved when Max smiled, it took the years of pain and war from his face, leaving nothing but a handsome carefree man. “I have just the drink,” I told him with a smile and started gathering ingredients.

  “You’re a great cook and a bartender, why?”

  I shrugged even though I knew what he was really asking. “A delicious meal can only be enhanced by the right cocktail.” It was a flippant answer and I could hear his frustrated sigh behind me. “You know why.”

  “Seriously? Because of that fucking scar?”

  I finished squeezing the grapefruit and turned to him, pleading with him to understand. “Yes, because of the scar. You have no idea what it means to me that you’re not bothered by it, but everyone else is. It’s easier, for me, to avoid being made a freak show whenever I leave the house.”

  He said nothing for a long time and though I felt a twinge of disappointment that he hadn’t immediately jumped to tell me I wasn’t a freak show, I appreciated that he didn’t lie just to make me feel better. “People are assholes.” />
  I grinned and reached for the rimming salt. “Yes, they are. Now you know my secret. Teddy forces me out once a week though I’m sure she’d love to get her way more, it’s just easier this way.” And cowardly, but sometimes you just had to be a coward.

  “I want to take you out again, Jana. You’re beautiful and I want to show you a good time.”

  “You have been showing me the best time, Max. And I’m not just talking about in the bedroom. Or on the counter,” I grinned, suddenly distracted by all the deliciously wicked sex I’d been having with the handsome biker. “The point is, we do have a good time. I don’t need fancy restaurants and I certainly don’t need to be pointed at and whispered about.”

  “So the assholes win?”

  “No, I do. They point and stare and then they get bored, but I don’t forget their words so easily. It’s not easy to finish a meal after that.” Or sleep, or eat for the next few days. “I’m sorry that’s not what you want to hear.”

  The constant chopping had stopped and he let out a long, frustrated sigh. “It’s just, hell Jana, you deserve more than this.”

  “Thanks, Max. It means a lot to hear you say that.” It did. No one in my life but Teddy had ever thought I deserved anything good. Certainly not Robert Sanborn, who thought I deserved whatever he wanted to give to me, or Karen, who’s betrayal had stung even more. “Are we done with this topic?”

  “For now.”

  I finished making the drinks and turned, stopping dead in my tracks at the sight before me. Max stood tall and capable, his jacket gone to reveal a tight gray tee that gave his eyes a more menacing glint that I found endlessly sexy. Each time he moved his muscles bunched and flexed, back muscles popping out as he stirred vegetables, brows dipped low as he carefully seasoned two thick filets of white fish. “I’ve never watched a man cook before. It’s kind of erotic.”

  He froze, just his head swiveled to meet my gaze. “Dirty hands and raw fish turn you on?”

  I licked my lips. “Watching your body move while you cook is totally turning me on. Cocktail?”

  He nodded, a dark sexy twinkle lit his gaze as I walked the icy drink over to him. “Dirty hands,” he said when I handed him the drink.