Wild Heart (The Wild Heart Series)

by Culbreth, Jennifer

  His eyes flew open and met hers as their lips came crashing together. This was the moment she’d been waiting for since she’d first met him. She wanted to taste him, feel him, touch him. She had wanted to saddle this man and ride him into the sunset from the first time she’d laid eyes on him. Never before had she felt a pull like this toward someone. The sweet burn from his cinnamon gum tingled on her tongue as it tangled with his. His hands traveled down to her skirt and pulled it the rest of the way up as he backed her against the building door, grabbing her ass and lifting her up against it. Her hands were in a fury to feel his skin as she pulled at his cut. With one hand, he held her up as he slipped it off and draped it over the railing of the small porch

  “Wrap your legs around me, baby,” his words were commanding.

  She obeyed as he pulled his shirt off over his head exposing his chiseled torso. She didn’t miss a second to explore his hard body, running her hands up and down his arms. She could feel him undo his belt as his pants and boxers fell to the ground. His erection pushed against her ass as his hand journeyed to her clit, rubbing circles with his thumb as he slid his fingers inside of her. She moaned softly at the sensations running throughout her body. She was pressed tightly against the wall of the outer building as he brought her closer and closer to her orgasm. She was so close that her body began to ache, she’d been ready on the back of his bike and the built up frustration since, only fueled her desire for him. Without further thought she let go, spiraling off as his lips once again met hers, she kissed him hard and rough as her body shook in his arms.

  Before the waves had left her body, she felt a sudden fullness inside of her. His large cock stretched her in ways she’d never experienced. He filled a longing deep inside of her that hadn’t been satisfied for years. She let out a sudden gasp, digging her nails into his back. Her eyes flickered open and met his as he thrust the rest of the way inside of her. Pain and pleasure shot up through her body as he slowly pulled back out of her and thrust back in.

  “You’re so fucking tight, baby. So fucking tight,” his eyes stared into hers as he took her. She knew she was the only thing he could see or feel in that moment and it empowered her in ways she couldn’t explain.

  He pushed into her deeper, harder, and she could feel the sensations building inside of her once more. Her hips rocked toward his as her body pushed against the hard wooden door. His hand traveled up to her breast, slipping under her shirt and tugging at her nipple through her black lace bra. Her head fell back against the door as she panted out, he was claiming her body in a way she’d never felt.

  “Make me come, Knox,” she spoke in between deep breaths as the climax shuttered through her once more. Her mind shut out the world as the waves crashed through her body, spreading out across the surface of her skin.

  He quickened his pace and thrust into her harder. She could feel every inch of his hard cock as she tightened around him. A low growl escaped from his lips as his hands clutched against her hips pulling her down onto him as hard as he could. In one swift movement, she was on the floor of the porch, laying on top of his clothes with his body on top of hers. He pulled her feet up to his shoulders as he looked down at her, his eyes were dark and stormy as her ass smacked against him.

  Her body felt as if it were floating, buoyant in the sea of arousal that was flooding around them. She ran her hands along his tight arms as she felt the energy flowing out of him and into her, exciting every sense in her body. She rolled on top of him as his hips crashed against her and she rode him with a fervor that now blossomed inside of her. He leaned up, kissing her hard as he stood once more, crashing the two of them up against the wall. For years the fire in her soul had been lost, but Knox was slowly starting to rekindle that.

  “Come for me, Knox,” she pleaded, “I want you to come.”

  “You want me to come in you, baby?” his voice was strained.

  “Yes,” she whispered, watching him let go, slowing as he came. She could feel his passion flowing through her veins, this man was her own form of ecstasy.

  Her body felt numb as she clung to his shoulders. Slowly his eyes drifted up to hers with a look of satisfaction that mirrored her own, as he stood there holding her in his arms. She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do, but she knew what she wanted to do and she leaned in, softly planting her lips against his. She could feel his intensity as he gripped the hair at the back of her neck. She smiled as she kissed him, a goofy and sated smile that she could feel forming on his face as well. Slowly she unwrapped her legs from his waist and stood.

  She didn’t feel embarrassed or awkward like she thought she would after being intimate with him. Instead, she could feel her lust and longing growing stronger for him. He looked down at her with a soft smile and tucked the loose strand of hair behind her ear before planting a soft kiss on her forehead.

  “Head on in and get cleaned up, love.” He reached behind her and opened the door to the small building and turned on the light pointing to the bathroom.

  She pulled her skirt back down and adjusted her panties before making her way inside. As she walked to the bathroom she could feel his eyes on her body, and it made her feel sexier than she’d ever felt before. She turned to him just before going into the small restroom, smiling as he winked at her.

  As they made their way toward the main house she could hear the shouts and hollers coming from inside. She looked over toward Knox in question. “Looks like the assholes couldn’t stay at the clubhouse,” his voice was deep and laced with irritation as he led her up the stairs.

  She was confused by his sudden irritation, was he unsure about bringing her around his friends? She suddenly felt a tinge of nervousness, causing her to hesitate on the porch before following him inside.

  “What’s wrong?” He stopped just short of the door and turned to her, “I promise they don’t bite.” His smiled reached his eyes.

  She stood for just a moment longer until he came back over to her. His hands drifted back to her hips as he pulled her close to him. He smiled reassuringly down at her before placing a light kiss on her lips. “You ok?” he asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

  “Yeah, I’m good. I just didn’t expect to meet any of your friends. Don’t want to let them party without us though,” she smiled back up at him.

  “We could always go back over there,” his voice was hopeful as he glanced back toward the small outer house.

  “I’m sure there is a bed in here we could break,” her eyes were devious.

  “Aye, you keep talking like that and I won’t ever let you leave.” He kissed her quickly before grabbing her hand and leading her into the house.

  It was beautiful, with cedar walls and dark chestnut cabinets. She could see a handful of people in the living room as they made their way through the kitchen toward them. His hand never left hers as they made it to the room where five or six people sat around a small poker table. On one side sat Kate and on the other sat Rage, between them sat two shot glasses. She wasn’t exactly sure what they were doing as they both sat, staring at each other. Ani couldn’t help but giggle as Kate leaned closer to Rage who was trying as hard as he could not to laugh, it was then that she knew what was going on.

  “You blinked!” Kate pointed in excitement at Rage.

  “You bloody, woman!” he said laughing, “You’re gonna get me fucking pissed.” He reached down and shot the glass of liquor into his mouth.

  “You aren’t allowed to get pissed off,” Kate slurred across the table from him.

  “Not pissed off! Pissed. As in drunk,” Rage said in exasperation.

  “Yeah, well you suck at staring contests so it’s your own fault.” Kate giggled as she turned toward Ani, “Ani! You’re back. Where’d you go?” She stumbled over toward Ani and Knox.

  “We were…talking,” Ani lied.

  “Lies!” Kate looked from Ani and then to Knox, neither willing to give her any further information.

  “How many shots have you taken
?” Ani asked as she held Kate upright.

  “Eh, only a few.” Kate smiled drunkenly, “You know I can go all night though. One of my many talents,” Kate said loudly in the direction of where Rage sat at the table.

  “That’s why I’m gonna make you me old lady!” Rage shouted from the table as he placed cards in a circle around the last remaining shot glass.

  “Hell no you’re not! I’m not old!” Kate protested.

  “Jesus, Knox. We’re gonna have to educate these two,” Rage called over to a laughing Knox, “They don’t know shite about club life. Get over here you bloody woman and get me a beer.”

  “Shut the hell up, Rage! Get your own damn beer,” she said playfully, “Ani! You need a shot!” Kate came prancing up with a shot glass and a bottle of whiskey, “I know it’s not your favorite, but it’ll do!” She handed Ani the glass as she poured whiskey to the top, stopping just before it spilled over.

  “Cheers.” Ani held the shot glass up to the bottle Kate grasped in her hand and then drank it down. The burn of the whiskey flowed into to her stomach, reaching over she grabbed the beer from Knox’s hand and took a big sip.

  “My kind of woman,” he smiled handing her one of her own. “Ok you assholes, I want you to meet someone. I’m sure you’ve already met Kate,” he smirked at her sitting in Rage’s lap, “This is Aiyana.”

  “Oh, you can call me Ani,” she smiled at the group of people around the room.

  “Ani, this is Repo, Jameson, and Butcher,” he pointed at the three guys across from where they stood, “And this is Starla, Jameson’s old lady, and Chloe.”

  Ani smiled and waved over at them. She wasn’t sure what was with the old lady stuff and why Chloe wasn’t someone’s old lady, but she didn’t like the look Chloe was giving her from across the room. However, the older of the two Starla, smiled sweetly at her before walking over.

  “Hi, I’m Starla,” she reached her hand out, taking Ani’s, “That sack of shit over there is my old man.” She laughed as she pointed over toward Jameson.

  He looked like he was in his late forties with long hair, the same dark shade of red that was speckled throughout his goatee. Next to him was Repo who was slightly larger than the rest and not quite as in shape. His hair was long and curly with shades of gray streaking throughout it and his face showed the weary look of a man who had put many miles on his bike. He smiled warmly and waved as Ani looked over them, she watched as he sent Chloe off to get them another round of beers. Butcher looked a bit younger than the rest; his light brown hair was messy and stood up stylishly. She could see the tattoos that flowed down his neck and underneath his shirt.

  Ani’s eyes followed Chloe, who turned and gave her one last vicious look before heading into the kitchen. Ani tried to keep the irritation off her face, but she was pretty sure she’d failed.

  “Don’t take it personal, honey.” Starla placed a reassuring hand onto Ani’s shoulder, “She’s just a lay; she isn’t anyone’s old lady. Though that’s not for lack of trying,” Starla huffed before she took Ani by the hand and led her over to the couch.

  Knox’s protective eyes followed her over to where they sat on one of the large couches; she smiled at him as he resumed his conversation with Repo.

  “I take it you haven’t been around many M.C.’s before?” Starla asked, brushing her long sun-kissed blonde hair back behind her ear. She was slender and matched well with Jameson’s brutish figure.

  “I remember being around my uncle’s club when I was a kid, but that’s about it.” Ani took a long swig of her beer. She had been too young to know what was going on then, but she had always known that behind their loving demeanor toward her, they lived a rough lifestyle.

  “Well, I’ve been married to Jameson for about ten years now, met him when I was backpacking through Ireland. So much for finishing college, two months later I was in love and knocked up with our first child.” Starla held up her phone, smiling at three boys piled on top of each other in the picture.

  “They’re adorable,” Ani smiled up at her.

  “Yeah, they’re a handful. Take after their daddy.” Starla rolled her eyes in Jameson’s direction.

  “So how did you end up back here in the states?”

  “We came over when Knox’s father expanded his business. I have family in Knoxville and everyone loved the small town life of Coker Creek; so when he needed someone to start and run it we all settled in here,” Starla eyed over at the guys as if she’d said something she wasn’t supposed to before leaning closer to Ani, “Has Knox told you much about the family business?”

  “No. This is the first night we’ve actually hung out.” Ani wasn’t sure if that was something she really wanted to know about, but she’d feel much better talking to Knox about it. Not Starla.

  “Well, I’ll leave that up to him to explain,” Starla said quietly, cutting her eyes toward Chloe as she came strutting back into the room and over to Knox. “That one you are gonna have to keep your eye on.”

  Ani looked up at Chloe; she was only a few inches taller than Ani, but that was mostly from her trashy stiletto heels. Her pants hugged tight to her hips corresponding with the tight black top that was unzipped exposing her large, fake, cleavage. She had bleach blonde hair and wore a lot of make-up but it didn’t take away from her beauty, it only made her skin look even more flawless. Ani wondered, with as much attention as Chloe was giving Knox, if they had slept together. She wasn’t much for being jealous, but something about the closeness of Chloe to him caused her to see green.

  She excused herself from her conversation with Starla and walked over to where Knox stood next to Jameson and Chloe. He didn’t turn as she approached him, but held out his hand for hers and wrapped it up to his mouth, planting a light kiss on it as Jameson continued talking about some kind of “knuck” in his motorcycle. She smiled at Knox as Chloe stomped off in the direction of the kitchen, the vibrations of the door slamming reverberating throughout the house. She watched as Butcher quickly followed Chloe, though the rest of the group seemed to be unfazed by her sudden exit.

  “Ani! Come play the Indian card game with us,” Kate slurred from where she sat on Rage’s lap.

  Oh, this is going to be a long night. Ani smiled as she headed toward the table.

  “Deal me in,” she laughed as Kate took one of the cards and stuck it to her forehead.

  chapter eight

  Elephant in the room

  Not again. Ani reached up and rubbed her temples, trying to avoid opening her eyes. This was the second weekend in a row that she had woken feeling like a dog’s ass. She panicked slightly as she opened her eyes, forgetting at first that she was at Knox’s cabin; not Kate’s apartment. She wasn’t sure what time it was and quietly rolled over as to not wake Knox. Eight thirty. Go the hell back to sleep. She attempted to close her eyes and drift back off, but the rumbling in her stomach was loud enough to wake the neighbors down the road. She peeked over at Knox who was sleeping soundly and decided it was time to raid the fridge for something to eat, hoping she’d make it back before he woke.

  She slipped off the bed and tip toed across the room. Grabbing one of his old Harley t-shirts from the stack sitting at the end of the bed and slipped it on, along with a pair of his boxers. She hadn’t really had a chance to see his room last night; it was spacious with pictures of Ireland’s coastline hanging on the wall above the bed. For once, he looked almost little in the middle of the giant four-poster bed. Across the other walls were various framed posters of scantily clad women and motorcycles, typical dude, she smiled. She walked back over to the bed quietly, leaning up and kissing his cheek before heading downstairs to the kitchen.

  She wasn’t sure who was still here and she didn’t particularly want to run into anyone while wearing Knox’s boxers. She made it down the stairs and through the living room, giggling at the amount of empty bottles littering the tabletops from last night. Just as she crossed the living room, the door to the downstairs bathroom came open and
she froze. Kate came out looking just as disheveled as she had before Rage had carried her off over his shoulder last night. Ani laughed as she looked at Kate’s ensemble; she too wore a pair of Rage’s boxers and a t-shirt.

  “You look like shit,” Ani chimed as she headed on into the kitchen.

  “Look who’s talking. I don’t think you’re gonna be winning America’s Next Top Model any time soon,” Kate teased as she followed behind her, “Damn bank schedule, I was up at seven this morning with a headache the size of Texas.”

  “Yeah I woke up starving. I’m gonna find something to eat, though I don’t expect there to be much in the…” her words were cut off as she opened the door to the fridge, finding it fully stocked, “Ok I take that back. They shop better than I do.”

  “Fix me some scrambled eggs and bacon.” Kate hopped up onto the counter.

  “Since when am I your house maid?”

  “Since you owe me for bailing after high school,” Kate smiled wickedly.

  “That’s a low blow,” Ani laughed as she pulled out the carton of eggs, a pack of bacon, and the orange juice. “Do you think they will want something?”

  “Ooo fix some chocolate chip pancakes too,” Kate added as she pulled her hair up into a messy bun on the top of her head.

  Ani paused, staring at her in disbelief, and then laughed as Kate shrugged. She grabbed the milk from the fridge and went in search of pancake mix. As the food began to cook, the house filled with the smell of bacon and pancakes. Kate made a few rounds through the living room, cleaning and straightening from the mess that had been left behind. She squealed as Rage came up behind her and grabbed her around the waist.

  “You don’t have to do that, babe. We’ll have that taken care of later.” He attempted to grab the trash bag from her, but she swatted his hand away.

  “No. I don’t want your sluts coming over to clean up. I’m a big girl, I can do it,” Kate glared at him.