Nomad Kind of Love Page 13

  We all got out. Closing our doors echoed for miles.

  Tank's huge shadow was slightly ahead of us. I saw him stop at the place where the road veered toward a stream down a little path. Several other guys were there – three maybe – one of them crouched down on the ground.

  My heart raced. I looked up pleadingly at Maverick. He refused to meet my eyes in the darkness, and just kept going.

  When we met up with the other group, I saw it was Hypno and another guy I barely recognized, one of the men who'd stayed behind from the Dakota crew.

  “Pick the asshole up and carry him further back. Straight toward the stream. Good place to flush this fucking turd after we're done with him.”

  I forced myself to look down at the shape huddled on the ground. I recognized Scoop instantly.

  His nasty body twitched nervously. Muffled noises came out of his mouth around the gag stuffed into it.

  He looked like he'd been roughed up, and the bandage Saffron mentioned was jerked lower, covering his eyes like a thick blindfold. His forehead was scratched raw, almost dented at the place where I'd smashed him with the bottle.

  The night seemed to swell and swallow up everything else, including me.

  I should've gotten in touch with God, or just my more reasonable human instincts. It shouldn't have been so easy to embrace the merciless pulse throbbing in my blood.

  But this man and his disgusting VP had butchered any chance of forgiveness years ago.

  I could only look at Maverick with an awe-struck smile in the darkness. He turned his head, wearing a stern expression on his face, but there was no smile.

  Scoop screamed into his gag as the Prairie Devils picked him up. They carried him by the arms, dragging his legs over rocks and tangled branches. We moved behind him, stepping carefully into the perfect blackness, into hell.

  Jesus. He's like a giant cat bringing me a prize after hunting.

  Only I'm not sick and grossed out. I'm happy.

  What the fuck is wrong with me?

  Clara's terrified face flashed in my mind, over and over. I remembered her blood curdling screams when the ruthless creep in front of me ripped off her clothes.

  Adrenaline and bad memories collided, punching me straight in the brain. I puffed angrily, gathering breath, forcing away the tears.

  Maverick's warm hand on mine constricted. “Drop him right there, by the water.”

  The men complied. Scoop crumpled on the shore, alternately screaming and sobbing into his gag. Nothing answered him except the cold, steady burble of the rocky stream.

  Maverick broke away from holding my hand. He walked to him, grabbed his greasy hair, and jerked him up by the head.

  It was a clear night, and the half-moon yielded enough light to see the terror inscribed on his face.

  “Remember her, asshole?” Maverick growled, low and demanding into his ear. “She's one reason we had to bring your sorry ass out here tonight. Reason number two is thinking you'd get away with fucking over my club.”

  Maverick's eyes flashed wickedly. I jumped as he brought a gun out of his jacket and smashed Scoop's head from behind, tearing away the blindfold and popping out the gag in the process.

  “Oh, God. Please, please, man. Don't be stupid. We can work something out. Anything!”

  Rage prickled at my skin. This demon had scared me plenty of times, but now I wasn't afraid. I walked up to him, ready to confront the beast who'd left me alone and broken for so many years.

  I wasn't alone anymore.

  “God? Where was he when you fucking raped my sister?” I screamed, and then stopped.

  My voice echoed through the trees. I wasn't expecting it to be so loud.

  “Don't worry, babe. Nothing but little hunting cabins here for miles. We checked. They aren't occupied this time of year. Nobody will hear this fuck scream or cry like a little bitch. His life was over the minute we pulled up.” Maverick's words were all I needed to hear.

  Scoop stopped yelling and got quiet. Deadly calm crossed his face, as if he finally realized how hopeless his situation really was.

  I looked into familiar eyes, suddenly brimming with sadistic darkness. This was the face I was used to, the rapist and the killer.

  “You want to put this sack of shit out of his misery or should I?” Maverick looked at me behind him, offering me his gun.

  I didn't say anything. I was too lost staring into Scoop's predatory eyes, interfacing with one of the only other minds on the planet who shared Clara's last bitter moments.

  For me, it was death, the moment I lost my twin sister and a part of myself forever. For this monster, it was a joy, one more bitch he savaged with glee.

  “Heh. You look just like her, you know.” He let out a dull laugh. “Least I'm gonna go to hell remembering your sweet little sissy crying and hollering as I shoved my cock up her – “

  Scoop's head exploded. Maverick's lips were peeled back, baring his teeth like a feral animal. A few reddish flecks sprayed his face, and he wiped his forehead with one hand.

  Maverick lowered the gun away from the man's shattered temple and stood.

  My tormenter began to fall as soon as he let go. Not fast enough.

  I ran forward, howling like a wildcat as I kicked his dead body square in the chest.

  Then I stood over him, staring at his vacant eyes. Thick red gore gushed from the hole in his head, coating the rocks beneath our feet.

  A gentle hand fell on my shoulder and squeezed. Maverick had every right expecting me to breakdown. I didn't blame him, but he was wrong.

  I turned coldly and pressed myself into his arms. “You delivered. Thank you.”

  “Babe, for you, I'd execute every last twisted fuck wearing their patch. Did this one with you because I knew it's personal. You deserved this.”

  My heart swelled. I'd just watched as he murdered a monster in front of me, and I felt something I never expected.

  Real love. My heart throbbed, so airy it almost made me dizzy, blood flowing through my veins like warm honey.

  I loved him before, but this was something else. An intensity I'd never known for another human being throbbed inside me as I leaned in, inhaling his scent, feeling his warm skin.

  His muscular body stiffened against me. While he held me like this, alive and in love, it was easy to forget the despicable corpse at our feet.

  Until he gave the orders.

  “Boys, get over here and clean this shit up. Tank, you're with me again. Let's beat it to the clubhouse. Fucking creepy out here in the boonies at night.”

  So help me, I laughed.

  “Just one more thing...” he said.

  I waited for him as he knelt next to Scoop's body. He pulled out a big knife and stretched the dead man's jacket, then punched the blade through it and began cutting.

  When he was through, he held up the big Grizzlies patch, complete with its bottom rocker.

  “Catch, June,” he said, throwing the material into my hands. “Normally, the MC keeps a trophy like this for ourselves. But as President, I'm gonna make one little exception.”

  Hypno and the Dakota man came up to the body and looked at their leader. Maverick gave them a severe look and guided the torn patch to my jean pocket.

  “Don't look so glum, boys. By the time we're done with these fucks, there'll be plenty more where that came from.”

  Maverick and I walked slowly to the truck with Tank trailing in behind us. I rested my head on his shoulder during the drive along the tiny paths. It wasn't so frightening the second time around, or I was just riding too high on cloud nine to care.

  He'd proven me wrong tonight.

  I thought losing Clara had shattered me into a thousand pieces, many of which would never, ever return. True, I'd never be whole after my terrible time with the Grizzlies.

  But with him, I wasn't empty anymore. I had a man who loved me, who'd fucking kill to protect me, and it filled me with a rosy hope that wasn't displaced forever like I'd thought.


  My head was still buzzing and half-foggy when we got to the clubhouse. Had the last two hours really happened?

  The smell of whiskey and seasoned meat hit me in the face as I stepped in. Maverick held the door for me like a lady making a grand entrance, a silly follow-up to the major chivalry he'd done earlier.

  I smiled and stepped inside. For once, the club felt like home, even with three times as many guys hanging around to support the new war effort.

  “Blaze!” Maverick called, searching for his brother at the bar.

  I followed him in, and we found the VP in the corner, sitting with a very familiar face.

  My eyes bugged out when I saw him with Saffron, way too close for comfort. I wasn't oblivious to what a crazy womanizer he was, and I ran forward to make sure he hadn't put any moves on her.

  My stripper wasn't a saint, but no girl wanted to be hit on after she'd been smashed in the face by a stinking scum bag.

  Blaze looked up at us, surprised and embarrassed. Saffron's expression mirrored his.

  I saw his hand pull back a small bag of ice he'd been holding gently on her face.

  Holy shit. He hadn't been priming her up for something nasty after all – he was seriously helping her.

  “Yeah, what's up, Prez?” He looked at us, half-annoyed as he turned the ice pack over to Saffron.

  “Got an announcement to make. I need you and everybody else who's still up right now for witnessing. We can do it right later on,” Maverick looked at me. “But this can't wait.”

  Blaze's irritation melted away. He looked curious and confused.

  “What is this, Aaron?”

  Maverick grabbed my hand and wedged it to his hard chest. “I'm making June my old lady today. Claiming her. I'm tired of my guys thinking I've got two competing interests. Today, those interests become one.”

  With a flick of his hand, he pulled me fully against him, wrapping his free arm tight around my waist. I flushed. Nobody had ever made such a public spectacle over me before.

  “Besides...I love this girl, brother. I'm not scared to say it. I don't give a fuck if you and the rest of the club want to giggle and jabber behind my back. This is fucking real, and the two of us know it.”

  He kissed me. Hard and fast, a full on kiss meant for claiming. It cut through me, deep in his embrace, filling me with raw heat.

  Took a lot to tear himself away. I sensed the reluctance in the way he moved. Everything about the way he moved said he wanted to be one with me – same thing I ached for at the deepest level.

  “You ready for this, babe?”

  We'd shared flesh and spilled blood together. Nothing erased that, and I couldn't imagine living without him anymore.

  Yes. I'm ready.

  I threw my arms around his neck and smiled. “Never thought I would be. You proved me wrong. Wouldn't be the first time.”

  Blaze's gaze was still on us. Saffron sat next to him, her good eye wide, her astonished lips cracked open. Several guys further down the bar were watching us too.

  Slowly, Maverick's brother stood, and looked right at us. The stony expression betrayed nothing.

  Then he clapped us both on the shoulders at once.

  “Congratulations, brother!” he said to Maverick, before turning to me. “I had my doubts about you, June. I thought you were distracting my brother, threatening this MC. I was wrong. You shared our troubles before he called you his old lady. Once you've shared yourself with us and carried our burdens, you're a part of this MC forever. There's no one better I'd like to see him with.”

  “Thanks,” I muttered, too surprised to say it with confidence.

  Blaze stepped away, cupped his hands over his mouth, and yelled. “We need everybody's attention! So put down the Jack and stop jacking off beneath the tables. Put your fucking eyes on your gracious host and our President, Maverick of the Nomads.”

  “Python too!” Maverick corrected.

  Several loud laughs rang out. We had a serious audience now, the dozen or so guys there focused entirely on us. Maverick pushed me tighter to his muscles, his heart.

  “Prairie Devils are a brotherhood,” he began. “Some of you here tonight don't know me that well one-on-one, but you're witnesses and brothers one and the same. Devils take what they want. Devils give their word. I'm not gonna bore you with a long bullshit speech because I've already waited too long for this.

  “Tonight, I'm taking June Daniels as my old lady. My property. She's off limits to anyone except me. If anyone has a problem with that, then they'll have to go through my fucking fists to file their complaint. Treat her with the respect an old lady deserves, and spread the word to every brother in every charter. This woman is mine.”

  His voice deepened to a growl. The bass notes ran right through my flesh and hit me deep.

  Shit. I shifted my thighs. My panties were twice as soaked listening to the strict possession in his voice, the way he called me his property.

  The hand around my waist turned a little more possessive. Men roared their approval, including Blaze right next to us. His enthusiasm kept surprising me, its loudness filling my ear.

  My lips were pursed, full, and ready for another kiss before his mouth covered mine. His tongue darted out, taking what he was entitled to, stroking mine the way he'd soon be fucking me.

  Breaking the kiss left me breathless and trembling in his arms. God, I was totally going to pieces here, right in front of all these rugged bikers.

  “Blaze, hold down the fort. Business can wait until morning.”

  “Sure can.” His brother grinned and gave him a quick salute. “I'm man enough to admit my mistakes, brother. I'm glad we're on the same page again.”

  “So am I.”

  “Hey, aren't I supposed to get inked up or something now?” I asked.

  He shot me a look that left no doubt about what our next move would be. “Yeah, but we'll save that for later. Right now, all I care about is reminding you how deep you're in with me. Forever.”

  Maverick picked me up and held me in his arms effortlessly. We headed straight for his room. I flattened my hands on his broad, beautiful chest when we turned the corner, ready and eager to feel him all over me.

  He kicked the door open and then shut it with another twist of his leg.

  We toppled to the bed together and got naked in seconds. Maverick had his big, strong face buried between my legs before I so much as braced for it.

  He licked. He sucked. He tongued me deep the same way he kissed – absolutely possessive.

  His touch had grown a whole lot stricter since he officially owned me. But I loved every squeeze of his fingers and flick of his tongue. Hadn't believed he could ratchet up the passion higher than before.

  Like everything about him, I was wrong.

  And he proved it in every stroke arcing lightning up my core. My hips rocked against his mouth, thighs pinched tight, one notch away from completely giving myself over.

  I held back a little because the climax building wasn't anything I'd felt before. What he unleashed in this bed before was awesome, but this was a fucking tornado.

  It moved with its own energy and fury. Unstoppable as it was delectable. When he found my clit, drawing it deep in his mouth for an assault with his tongue, I couldn't stop it.

  “Maverick! Aaron!” I screamed, smashing my hips to his rough mouth.

  Orgasm came, blinding, sticky, unbearably hot. He held my legs down, keeping me spread as he continued to work lightning into me.

  Somewhere in the ecstasy, I recognized the way I'd screamed both his names. His dual identities pinpointed what made him so insanely attractive, and dangerous as hell too.

  I had a lion between my legs, a man who loved as well as he killed.

  I didn't have a choice anymore. My body decided for me, and so had my heart, throwing my worthless senses to the curb. The pleasure he delivered in wave after knee trembling wave told me he was welcome there anytime he wanted.

  My love. My life. My guardian.
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  When I glided off the cloud, he lay next to me, surrounding me in his immense arms. He licked my cream from his lips before kissing me again, and I tasted the phantom of my own sultry fire on his lips.

  “Hope all that coming didn't put you to sleep, babe. We're just getting warmed up.” Dark demands glowed in his eyes – dirty, delightful things I couldn't say no to. “Spread your legs. I'm not done getting your pussy ready for me.”

  I whimpered when his hand went between my legs. He cupped my slick mound, and then pushed two strong fingers inside, thrusting deep, gentler than the way he'd taken me before.

  “You're giving this all up to me now aren't you, old lady?”

  “Yes!” I hissed, squirming as his thumb brushed along my clit. “It's yours. Anything.”

  Holy shit. Who are you, June?

  The whiny little voice in the back of my head was squashed a second later when I looked deep into his bright eyes. They told me exactly who I was, who I'd become.

  I was Maverick's old lady, his property, a willing slave to the man who'd delivered me. He'd brought me back from the dead, and now I wanted to give him everything worthy of a miracle.

  Giving up every last inch of my flesh seemed a small price to pay. Maybe too small to ever thank him for what he'd done, what he was still going to do.

  “Fuck, babe. So tight...so wet...all for me. Good girl.”

  He drew his fingers out and gave my swollen lips a quick smack. I jumped, jolted with surprise and pleasure.

  “The tattoo that tells the world you're mine can go anywhere you want. Shoulder, arm, neck, I don't give a shit. Long as you see it, and it reminds you this is mine now.” He wiggled his fingers, opening me like a flower, before slipping them inside. “Morning. Noon. Night. Fucking Twilight. You keep this sweet pussy warm and wet and ready, because I haven't even begun to fuck it.”

  His words were turning me into a puddle. I rocked my hips, fucking his hand, amazed I could be ready for more so quickly.

  I hadn't wanted to admit it, but before all this, I'd been pretty fucking starved for sex. Now my young body wanted to make up for the years I'd lost with the Grizzlies.

  Maverick's cock pressed angrily on my hip. I threw my head back, kissed him, and reached down.