Marked Skulls MC Series: Books 1-5

by Rylan, Savannah

  “Did you run away from home?” he asked.

  I laughed.

  “Don’t think you could call it that exactly. I’m twenty-five. I left home,” I said.

  “Were you running away from something?” he asked, with his eyebrows arching up.

  I licked my lips nervously. I didn’t know how to respond to that question.

  “Maybe I was, I think I was…”

  It was quiet around us, other than our footsteps. The noise and music from the bar seemed distant now.

  “What were you running from?” he asked and I sighed, looking away from him.

  “From the expectations my family had of me.”

  “What did they want you to do?”

  I wasn’t sure why I was telling him all this. It had taken me nearly two weeks before I’d opened up to Melody, and even then, I hadn’t told her everything. This was my second time talking to Oz. I needed to exercise some restraint, but that wasn’t going to happen evidently.

  It was like I wanted to spill everything to him. He would understand.

  “They wanted me to live the life my mother lead. Marry young, raise a family, work on looking after the house, cook meals for a husband. I mean…it’s not that I think any less of my mother.”

  “But that isn’t the life you want for yourself,” he said, and I nodded. I knew he’d understand.

  “I thought I did, but I realized I didn’t and I was desperate to leave,” I blurted. Oz stopped in his tracks and I did too. “I had to fight with them. They don’t speak with me anymore. I think they hate me because I disappointed them,” I continued. I could hear the glitch in my voice. I was close to breaking into tears. I didn’t think I could cry this easily, not in front of a stranger.

  But from the way Oz was staring at me now… I’d forgotten he was a stranger, that I didn’t know him at all. It felt like I could tell him anything and it would be fine. He wouldn’t judge me at all.

  We were standing close to each other now. If I wanted, I could touch him. He could touch me too if he wanted, but he didn’t. Despite the way he looked, despite the gun I knew he was hiding somewhere, despite how intimidating he seemed—Oz was a gentleman and that was how he acted.

  “It’s okay to put up a fight for what you think is right,” he said. I gulped. My throat had gone dry. “Do you regret it now?”

  I shook my head.

  “I don’t regret anything. I will never be able to describe it to them, how much I love it here. How much I love my freedom and the ability to make my choices, and not have to worry about if I’d make a good housewife!”

  A nervous laugh escaped my lips and Oz nodded his head.

  “Well, then that is all you should care about. If they really love you, they’ll come around soon. It’s your happiness that will matter,” he said. I stared into his blue eyes. They were sparkling but stormy at the same time. Like the ocean.

  “I went through something similar not too long ago. My sister, well, she’s the only family I have—she had problems with the life I was choosing,” he said.

  I could sense he was about to make a reference to his MC lifestyle, and I was curious to find out more but I remained silent.

  “And what happened?”

  “She put up a fight, and I put up a fight too. But in the end, I knew Alexis would come around because I am important to her. So is my happiness. Very soon, she figured out I had made the right choice.”

  I couldn’t help but smile. I could see how much it meant to him too.

  “So, everything is fine between you two?” I asked.

  “More than fine. She’s marrying the guy who recruited me to the MC,” he said. My eyes grew wide. I was interested. It sounded like a crazy romance, and even though I shouldn’t have, I still believed in romance.

  I looked away from Oz, my cheeks flushing with delight and curiosity. A sound of a bike revved in the distance. Oz moved his body closer to mine and I felt my cheeks burn hotter.

  “I should get you home,” he said and I nodded, starting to lead the way again.

  13

  Oz

  We’d reached the top of the stairs of her apartment building, and now Kaya was digging around for her keys in her purse. I stared at her, at how simply beautiful she looked tonight. Without makeup, without fancy clothes—this woman had the ability to make my cock move in my pants by simply existing.

  “Darn it!” she mumbled as she fumbled in her purse some more.

  “Am I making you nervous?” I asked her, and Kaya looked up at me with her wide green eyes. Her cheeks were red again, and she tried to look away but couldn’t. I could see she was a little embarrassed, and I took a step closer to her.

  “I love it when you blush like that,” I grunted, and she blushed even harder.

  Kaya’s mouth fell open, just an inch, and her eyes roamed over me. That was all the cue I needed to know she wanted what I wanted. I took another step towards her and the purse fell from her hand to the ground.

  I grabbed her by her waist pulling her body close to mine, and pushed her back into the wall. Kaya gasped and she kept her mouth open so I could kiss her.

  I devoured her. Plunging my tongue straight into her mouth so I could taste her. She groaned and moaned, trying to arch her head back, while I kissed her deeply. She was sweet, and shy, and it took several moments before she opened up to me… like a fresh Spring flower.

  Everything about her was soft and beautiful and I pushed against her harder. I could feel the softness and warmth of her small body. She kissed me back with more vigor now. I could feel my cock growing in my pants. This could go on forever.

  Then, she moaned again and before I knew what was going to happen next, she was pushing against me, her hands on my chest.

  I stepped away from her, my shoulders heaving as I stared at her with desire. I knew she could see it in my eyes.

  “I have to go…I should go in…” she stammered.

  I clenched my jaw. I was disappointed, I was frustrated. There was no way I could hide that.

  “Sure, of course, you should go in,” I said and took another step away.

  For a moment Kaya just stared at me. I could sense there was something else she wanted to say to me, but she kept it to herself.

  “I…I…thank you for walking me home, Oz,” she continued in a heavy whisper. I could taste her sweet lip gloss on my mouth. I wanted to lunge at her and take her into my arms again. But she needed space.

  Then she whipped around and picked up her purse and found her keys in a jiffy.

  I waited a moment till she’d opened her door and stepped safely inside. Then, I ran a frustrated hand through my hair and turned. Tonight was going to be a long one without her.

  14

  Kaya

  I rushed into the apartment and leaned against the door, breathing in and out sharply because I had no idea what to do next. I had never kissed someone like that before…a complete stranger. Someone I wasn’t dating. What was happening to me?

  And I’d enjoyed the kiss. I wanted more. Wanting more of Oz was what had made me stop. I didn’t want the kiss to stop, but something in my brain clicked and I was afraid.

  What was I afraid of? I knew that Oz was the last thing I needed to be afraid of. I knew I could trust him.

  I jerked open the door again, hoping that he hadn’t left already. Oz was in the middle of the staircase but he stopped and turned to look at me when I opened the door.

  “Everything okay?” he asked.

  I didn’t have the right words to say. How was I supposed to explain to him what I was feeling? I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out.

  “Kaya?” He was walking up the steps again. His brows were crossed like he was worried for me.

  “I…I want you to come in,” I murmured.

  The creases on his forehead smoothed and he clenched his jaws.

  “Are you sure about that, Kaya?” he asked.

  I stepped to the side, making room for him to come int
o my apartment. He didn’t need any more convincing. Within moments, Oz was inside and I was shutting the door behind him.

  “I’m sorry I pushed you away, earlier,” I said, clasping my hands together nervously.

  Oz was looking around my place intently, like he was trying to figure me out by the things I had here.

  “Everything in its place and a place for everything,” he said, so softly that I almost didn’t hear it. He was making a comment about how neat all my things were. I tried to smile at him, but I was nervous.

  “I like to keep the place tidy,” I said, and he shook his head.

  “So, you better not see the mess in my apartment,” he joked, but I felt a tug in my belly. He was making a reference to his apartment. Did that mean he wanted me to see his place? That there was a chance of something more happening after tonight?

  I was staring at him, and Oz stepped up towards me. He reached for my face and I was paralyzed to the spot. He took my cheek in his large warm hand.

  “You are not like any other girl I’ve met before, Kaya,” he said.

  “And I’ve never met a guy like you before either, Oz,” I told him. He smiled, before he leaned forward and kissed me again. This time I had the courage to throw my arms around his neck and hold him close to myself. I wasn’t afraid of letting him feel the shape of my body.

  Now I was sure that he wanted me the way I wanted him too.

  When Oz pulled his mouth away from me, I felt like I couldn’t breathe anymore. He had literally taken my breath away.

  “Fuck. You are so sexy,” he growled. Before I knew what he was going to do, he lifted me up. I squealed, giddy with excitement and threw my legs around him. This was exactly what I’d fantasized about when I first saw him at the diner. My legs thrown around him, Oz carrying me in his arms.

  Now he took me to the wall behind us and pinned me to it while he started kissing me again. I pressed my eyes close. His mouth was everywhere.

  On my mouth. On my neck. Down the front of my sweatshirt. He tightly cupped my right breast with his large hand and I sighed. While his hand travelled down, he flicked my erect nipple and I thrust my hips out towards him.

  I had never behaved this way before. It was all new to me.

  What would my family think if they knew the way I was acting now? They would disown me! They’d never speak to me again.

  I opened my eyes wide and saw Oz moving down. My feet were on the floor but I was on my tip-toes. My hands were splayed on the wall, my body was jutting outwards to meet him. Oz was on his knees in front of me and now he was working on unbuttoning my jeans.

  I chewed on my lip as I ran my fingers in his thick velvety brown hair. Once the buttons on my jeans were off, he tugged them down roughly, till I was naked from the bottom down.

  My panties didn’t remain in place for long either. He pulled them down. Now, they were lying discarded on the floor and Oz was looking up at me knowingly.

  His eyes were glazed. In the dimly lit apartment, I could barely see his expression. All I could see was that he wanted me. Like a wild animal, he was ready to devour me. I tugged at my sweatshirt and quickly rolled it up. I was in nothing but my black lace bra now, while Oz was fully clothed.

  So right now, he was at an advantage.

  “I want to see you too…” I murmured, almost afraid of asking. He grinned at me and then shook his head.

  “Tonight is going to be all about you, beautiful,” he groaned.

  For a few moments I had no idea what he meant by that. Gus, the only other man I’d slept with, had never been a considerate lover.

  But now Oz was slowly parting my legs apart while he kneeled in front of my pussy. The fact that he could see me naked like this was exciting, and I wasn’t self-conscious anymore. I was dying to know what he was going to do next.

  “A woman like you must be worshipped first,” he said, and I gulped.

  * * *

  Oz was on his knees in front of me, and I could feel his hot breath on my pussy. I knew what he was going to do next, but I didn’t know if I was prepared for it. Slowly, he inched his tongue out and I felt the heat and the wetness of his mouth on my swollen clit.

  It felt like a bomb had exploded inside me. I dug my fingers in his hair and held on to him tightly. He made a groaning sound and then he pushed his tongue into my pussy, pushing the folds aside till I could feel him inside me.

  It was the craziest, most overwhelming feeling I’d ever experienced. I had no idea it could feel so good. I hadn’t even seen him naked yet, I hadn’t even seen his cock and already I felt like I could come.

  Oz started stroking me with his tongue. He knew exactly how to touch me, exactly what to do with his mouth to set my body on fire. He nibbled on my sensitive clit, while his tongue dug in and out of my pussy. I was grappling at the walls on either side of me, I was tugging at his hair, I was gasping for air…because I had no control over myself.

  With his hands tightly on my hips, Oz kept me pinned in position. He didn’t have to try hard because I wasn’t going anywhere. Not until I had my fill. This was the first time I was experiencing something like this and I wasn’t about to let go of it easily.

  Slowly, but surely, the more Oz slipped his tongue in and out of my pussy…I could feel myself hurtling towards an orgasm. All he needed was his tongue and my clit and it was enough to make me come. Gus had never done something like this before. I almost laughed aloud at the thought of Gus even knowing what to do with his mouth.

  My body trembled as Oz kept me pinned to the wall. I was going to come and right into his mouth and he didn’t seem to care.

  “Oh my God!” I screamed as I shook.

  Oz figured that I was coming and he started stroking my clit harder. I could hear it. The slap of his wet tongue on the most sensitive part of my body. He stroked and lapped, sucking in all my hot juices till I finally exploded in his mouth. That didn’t stop him either.

  He kept going while I shuddered. I could feel my toes curling, my body soaring with the pleasure of my orgasm. His mouth was filling with my sticky cum and he continued to stroke.

  Until finally…I seemed to begin to get my senses back. My orgasm was subsiding and I felt like I could breathe again. Oz gave my clit a few more gentle licks before he moved away and straightened himself up. He rubbed a hand lazily over his mouth, and I knew he still had the taste of me.

  I was blushing hard. I couldn’t believe my behavior! Was this even appropriate?

  My breasts were heaving with angst, my body was shaking. What was I supposed to say now? Wasn’t it his turn? Didn’t he want to be pleased now? But Oz ran a hand through his hair and smirked at me.

  “That should help us both sleep better tonight,” he remarked.

  “What about…”

  “Me?” he asked and I looked down at my feet.

  “I told you tonight was going to be all about you,” he said and bent down to pick up my underwear. He handed it to me and I quickly slipped it on. Oz turned around, giving me some privacy as I put on my jeans.

  What was this supposed to mean? I was afraid that he’d changed his mind about me. That he wasn’t sure if he wanted me anymore.

  When I was done putting on my clothes I asked him if he wanted some water. He said yes and I went into the kitchen section to pour some in a glass for him. I couldn’t help but watch him as he drank my water. He smacked his lips when he was done and put the glass down in the sink.

  “I want you to know, Kaya, that I didn’t offer to walk you home because I had this in mind,” he said. All of a sudden, his voice had deepened and I could sense that he was being serious.

  Whether he had this in mind or not, I didn’t care. I was just glad it had happened at all. I was glad I got to experience it.

  “Yes, I understand,” I told him and he pushed his hands into his jeans.

  “I know what you think of me,” he added.

  “What do you think I think of you?”

  “That a girl like you
, sweet, protected, innocent… has no business getting involved with a guy like me,” he said. I gulped. That was exactly what I was thinking. That we came from different worlds.

  “I don’t care about that,” I told him, because that was true too.

  “Because you’re a free bird now?”

  “Because I make my own decisions.”

  “And what have you decided, sweet Kaya?” he asked, a soft smile grazed the sides of his mouth.

  “I…”

  “You don’t have to answer that now. It would be unfair to expect you to decide anything, this quickly. We don’t know each other at all.”

  I gulped, but I couldn’t answer. It was like he could read my mind.

  “Goodnight, Kaya,” he said and started to walk to my door. Just like that, he decided that the night had to come to an end.

  I stared at him, watching him opening my front door.

  “I’ll see you around,” he added with a smirk.

  And just as suddenly as Oz had come into my apartment, he’d disappeared from it too.

  What was I supposed to do now?

  15

  Oz

  I met up with Dash the next day, not at T-Bone though because I wanted him and the rest of the prospects to stay away from the club as much as possible right now to avoid being recognized.

  Instead, I met up with him at an abandoned old building where he and the other prospects sometimes met for a few drinks.

  “Do you have anything for me yet?” I asked him, and Dash shrugged as he handed me one of his cigarettes. We both lit ours at the same time and took a long drag.

  “We’re working on it, but nobody seems to know anything about the Dark Legions. Everyone seems to think they’ve been gone for a year,” he replied.

  “I saw the cut,” I growled and he nodded.

  “Well, we’ll keep working on it. I have a few contacts in my neighborhood who I’ve put to work. I’m hoping to hear from them soon. I’ll keep you updated. I’m going to get to the bottom of this.”