Nomad Kind of Love Page 14

  Oh no, you don't. You don't get to make me come again without feeling what you've got down there...

  Fuck. Wow. So hard. So ready.

  I squeezed his shaft. He pumped his hips, moving deeper into my fist, grunting a little when my fingers pinched around his length.

  Hot pre-come dripped onto my skin. I hissed raw pleasure, even as his strokes between my legs became more erratic. It was easy to forget how big and perfect he really was.

  I clenched him tight to remind myself, circling the thick ridge of his cock's head with his own slickness. He grunted again, and then pulled away, moving on top of me.

  His fingers were quickly replaced by his cock as he shoved it against my opening. His eager head rubbed my clit before he moved down.

  Looking me straight in the eyes, he forced his way in, taking the throne of flesh he owned in my body. Sparks exploded in my brain, blinding and numerous as stars.

  “Wrap your long, beautiful legs around me, babe. I riding fucking hard tonight. I treat what's mine very well, but I also like to play with it rough. Stretched to its limits.”

  “Mmmm. You can be as big and bad as you want,” I purred. “Long as you don't break me.”

  He leaned down, thrusting deep and holding his cock against my womb. I squirmed, impaled on his length, wondering if this was some new delicious torture he'd cooked up.

  “Babe, be careful what you wish for...you just might get it. If you break, I'll put you back together again. I promise.”

  His hips lurched forward. He held my head as I thrashed back and forth, losing myself in his savage thrusts, feeling his massive length pummel and stretch like he promised.

  Over and over and over, he threw himself into me, deeper and harder.

  Our hips collided. My clit hummed, a small pink lightning rod overflowing with energy, sending its rabid, primal pulse straight through every muscle.

  He grunted like an animal as he fucked me, rougher than ever before. Desperate jerks throttled through his hips, driving into me.

  The old bed matched my screams, sharing the hammer blows he leveled between my legs. We had to find our release together, brutal and inevitable.

  Who was I fucking kidding? I couldn't last long like this. He was in complete control of when I came, and how furious it would be.

  I barely had my arms and legs pinched tight around his huge, tattooed body before I erupted.

  “Aaron...Aaron...fuck!” I bit my lip.

  My nerves lit up like a Christmas tree. Lungs, heart, and brain all shut down, blasted to silence by electrified blood.

  Everything below my waist spasmed in one jerk. My heels jabbed hard at his muscle, as hard as they could, but still they didn't make a dent.

  “Yeah, babe. Let go and surf. Ride this fucking wave.” His steady growl made me tense harder. “Oh, fuck!”

  His breath hitched with mine. I spasmed again, slow and foaming like a whirlpool. Pure fire bathed my brain, my blood, rending my entire being into ash.

  I erupted into him. My inner fire lapped at my clit and nipples like nothing else, puckering muscles deep inside me.

  I rocked. I came. I loved him.

  Black and red and white spiraled in my vision. Everything faded except the steady slap and thrust of his cock deep inside me.

  Uninhibited.

  I was barely coming to earth when he shifted. He pulled my legs up high over his waist, changing the angle between us, all the better to sink to my quaking depths.

  No rest for the wicked. Certainly not lovers drunk on lust.

  When he started fucking me again, whole galaxies filled my eyes. He punched down hard, hooking his hips perfectly to mine. Our flesh slapped louder than the bed spring's banshee screams, but only half as loud as the feral noises pouring out my mouth.

  A wet, steady, and very fucking hot tempo filled the entire world. Or if not the world, then at least our bodies, echoing in heartbeats synchronized for mad release.

  I reached up and ran my fingernails down his chest, raking his tattooed flesh. What would the huge Devils icon on his rock hard breasts look like with my grooves cut there?

  I scratched again, both hands, moving my nails down his beautiful body like a cougar sharpening her claws. Maverick reared up, never slowing his thrusts even once. He reached behind my head and fisted my hair, pulling it hard.

  He lowered his face and whispered. “Play time's over, babe. Scratches fade. I'll fucking fill you up until you're leaking me for days, tasting these lips even when you don't want to.”

  Dirty words. They pushed me right over the edge and I started to pant, one more thrust or brush of the clit away from coming yet again.

  Then he stopped, as if he knew, giving me one more round of torture. His lips found mine and kissed deep.

  No, more than deep. He totally smothered me with his tongue, forcing it aggressively past my lips, holding down mine.

  His hands pinned down my arms. He started to move again, slow and wicked, playing on the suffocating bliss building in my body.

  I almost bit him when I came. But he knew how to hold me open, how to tame my body to work with him. He was the one who sucked at my bottom lip, holding it like an animal with his teeth, mating my flesh with his.

  His thrusts picked up as my cunt spasmed around his length. They came fast, violent, and then shuddered to a screaming stop.

  Those big hands pinched my wrists hard. He growled straight into my mouth, a kiss of roaring fire, and he exploded deep inside me.

  My body jerked, finding a sharper release in his come.

  I fully opened for him, inside and out. I stroked his lips with mine, and my greedy sex convulsed around him, milking his rippling cock.

  Full body shudders aligned, and so did the stars. I couldn't see, smell, or feel anything but him.

  I finally understood what it was truly like to be fused to another, chained to a man in flesh and fire.

  And I never, ever wanted to let go.

  I blinked, and it was all over. He was at my side, holding me in his arms, the hot mess between our legs still steaming on our flesh.

  “Love you, babe. Love you even more now that it's official.”

  I answered him with my kiss. “You have no idea. I love you.”

  We fucked several more times as night blurred into morning.

  The next day, I slept like the dead, and barely woke up in time to shower and high tail it to the strip club.

  The whole night at work, I buzzed, remembering the way we'd struck vengeance by putting down one of my sister's killers. Oh, and the sharp ache between my legs was pretty sweet too.

  VIII: Consequences, Consequences (Maverick)

  June was on my mind every hour as the mountain spring bloomed into early summer.

  Days passed in a fine delirium, always in bed with my new old lady when my boys and I weren't out patrolling. Weirdly, the Grizzlies hadn't gotten the message I'd sent with their missing man yet, and that fucking worried me.

  Still, all those worries vanished when I had her in my arms, staring deep into her eyes. Even better when she was underneath me. Mounting her like a buck in rut was even more fun with the new tattoo on her upper shoulder.

  PROPERTY OF MAVERICK, PRAIRIE DEVILS MC.

  Fuck me. I'd never get tired of seeing those words.

  It was also a good opportunity to give our new tattoo parlor a trial run. The guy we'd hired did his job well. Had a good feeling I'd be adding more ink to my guns later in the year.

  I smiled just thinking about them as I led my guys on the run up to Missoula, searching for enemy activity. There was nothing up there.

  Sent Tank into town for a quick ride past their shitty clubhouse. He reported the fucking place looked run down and deserted. Nothing there but a couple of their bikes parked past the gate.

  I gripped my bike hard and gritted my teeth. Didn't fucking like it. Not one bit.

  Fuck you, Vulture. Fuck you for bringing my ass up here instead of leaving it where it belongs, i
n bed, between my old lady's legs. Fuck you for making me look over my shoulder, wondering when you're gonna hit back for burying that prick in the cold Montana soil.

  Halfway to Python, we pulled over at a mountain overlook and waited for Tank to catch up. His bike skidded to a stop next to me and he yanked off his helmet.

  “Nothing, boss. Again. Locals I talked to say those fuckers have been pretty light around there the past week. The liquor stores and smoke shops haven't seen anybody in leather except cowboys and a few old retired guys out for a ride.”

  I shook my head. “Those fucks definitely received the message. Just didn't think they'd react to it like this. We need to find them soon, before they link up with their buddies across state lines.”

  That's the way it should've worked. Of course, life is rarely so fucking easy and forgiving.

  We'd just gotten into Python when I noticed the big black van behind Hypno and Shatter riding tail. I blinked my lights and switched on the radio.

  “Blaze, this fucker's coming awful close. Go behind him. I want a clear read on the plates.”

  “I'm on it.”

  I watched my brother get in the other lane, preparing to hang back and let the van pass him. The van was quicker.

  It rolled into the next lane and kissed my brother's ass, driving like a fucking maniac. Blaze had no choice except to floor it, before he wound up squashed like a bug on the bumper.

  “Fuck! Everybody on the shoulder!”

  Knew exactly what was coming, and there wasn't any time to get out of the way. My brother barely made it ahead of me before the van came roaring up beside us.

  The door slid open. Gunfire sprayed out around us instantly in sharp rattling bursts. Bikes behind me weaved and rolled, and so did I, desperate to avoid the big rounds filling the air.

  Nobody survives a hit from full auto rounds easily.

  I glanced up, relieved Blaze was still in one piece, and so was I. The van sped on. Instinct wanted me to draw my gun and shoot after it. Wouldn't do any fucking good, though, and it was all too likely to get unwanted forces involved.

  We'd been lucky to keep any badges out of our war. Needed to keep it that way too.

  It was a miracle there was nobody else on the mountain road behind us. We all stopped, and I heard my guys yelling at each other several feet away.

  One of the bikes was tipped over, and a man was down.

  Fuck!

  Blaze was right beside me as we moved our fucking feet as fast as we could. I got to the end of the line and saw Tank on the dirty ground, steady blood trickling out the huge gash in his side.

  “Fucking shit! Somebody take off some clothes and seal up that fucking wound.” I reached for my burner phone and flipped it open. “Wiley? Yeah, it's me. Bring the god damned truck around as fast as you can! We got a man down. Call that fucking contact we've got at the hospital too. I don't give a fuck if she's on her shift. Do it!”

  The Dakota boys were left behind guarding the clubhouse. Now, I had to count on them to haul ass out here, and hopefully get him back to the clubhouse for fixing up before it was too late.

  If it wasn't already.

  Fuck. I forced myself to look at the man I'd only recently accepted as a brother.

  It was strange and sickening to see the big guy passed out on the ground limp. Going a little whiter by the second.

  We weren't far from Python at all. The truck came roaring up three minutes later, and the men carried a big sheet. They tied it around his waist and started to move him.

  Wisdom says moving an injured man is a bad idea. Just then, I didn't give a single fuck.

  We had to take the risk. The only way to save him, and ourselves, was to get him patched up at the clubhouse.

  Carrying a man with serious gunshot wounds into the nearest hospital up in Missoula invited trouble. These patches always did. Cops would be on us like flies, maybe even the Grizzlies to finish mowing us down.

  “Let's go!” I yelled, following the men to the truck. “Is the girl coming? Emma or whatever?”

  “She's on her way, Prez. Told the guys to have the backroom all ready for her with the tools we stored for something like this.”

  I grabbed Tank's wrist and squeezed before he disappeared inside the truck. “Don't die on me, brother. We need every muscle ready to snap the Grizzlies fucking necks.”

  The other guys were on their bikes and ready to go when I got on mine. I rode ahead, leading them to the clubhouse.

  As soon as my brother was okay, we had to regroup, and fast.

  Letting the bears draw blood once was inexcusable. If it happened twice, there wouldn't be a third chance for any of us.

  “You gotta go, babe. No arguments. It's club business!”

  June came right to the clubhouse as soon as she heard about the shooting. I spent the evening drawing up plans to shut down the strip club and get her the fuck out of here. Nothing was safe until the Grizzlies were dealt with – especially the soft targets that meant the most to me and to my club.

  I'd pulled her into the storage room. No updates on Tank's condition for the last hour, so it seemed as good a time to talk as any. He was in the little infirmary we'd set up in a spare room, tended by the nurse who was friendly with the club. She got plenty of good pay to be on call for us.

  “What? You want to send me away unprotected?”

  “You'll go with the bouncers, and maybe a couple Dakota boys. Head out to Bozeman until this shit's settled. If anything happened to you in the middle of this shit...”

  I lost my words. Angry fists formed at my sides, rocks ready to smash in any face that dared threaten her.

  “It's not all club business,” she said, stepping toward me. “I was there by your side the night we killed Scoop. I watched you put a bullet in his rotten brain. You wouldn't have killed him if it weren't for me. That makes it my business too.”

  “Can't let you do that. Fuck, don't make me tie your hands and shove you in the fucking truck with my guys! I need you safe.”

  My cock twitched when I thought about her all tied up and vulnerable. Must've been the anxiety making me think such ridiculous shit, getting me hard at the worst possible time.

  “Do it, and I'll find my way back here. Fact is you're shutting down my strip club and hunkering down. I'll be your old lady, Aaron, but I won't be fucking useless.”

  Damn her. Switching out my road name for my real name always forced me to pay attention when I should've given my men their orders and slammed the fucking door, leaving her there until it was time for evacuation.

  “Pink Unlimited's our fucking business. Not yours. You just manage it. If I didn't pull the plug, the Grizzlies would've been happy to shoot it up or burn the damned place down. I saved us all from that, just like I'm trying to save your sweet ass now.”

  “Then let me stay here and help. I know you're way outnumbered.”

  I snorted. She had me there – wasn't sure how she overheard so much shit about our war. Too many of my guys must've been drunk and talking at the bar.

  “You really think Tank'll be the last guy to get hurt in all this? What happens when Nurse Emma can't handle all the injuries, or when something happens and she's away?”

  I shook my head. “You don't know shit about patching up wounds.”

  “I can learn. I'll do anything you say, but I'm not going away. I'm staying here and helping the club by keeping the guys you'd have on me for protection kept here too. I'm not afraid of blood, especially if it means taking out the Missoula Grizzlies once and for all.”

  “You're going,” I insisted. “I'm the fucking President and your old man. That ink on your shoulder isn't just meant to be sweet and sexy. You're my god damned property, and don't forget it! I'll do what's best for you, June. It's my right.”

  The room shook with my voice. She blinked and took a step back, but she never broke, never took her eyes off mine.

  “Try it. You'll have to drug me to keep me away. You can throw me in handcuffs
and drive me a hundred miles, and I'll still do whatever it takes to come back. I won't be alone again, Maverick. Not where the Grizzlies are concerned. Putting Scoop in the ground was a good first step, but I'm not satisfied. Not by half. When you took me as an old lady, you promised to keep me at your side. I'm going to live and breathe that promise, even when you don't want to. You owe me vengeance, just like you promised, and I owe you my heart.”

  Fucking hell. She had me, and the dangerous glint in her eye said she'd really do everything she threatened.

  Before Throttle left, he told me all about how his old lady was captured and nearly sold to some sick fuck when he tried to send her away to protect her.

  I didn't want to admit it – really didn't fucking want to – but June had a point. Sending her away from this place didn't guarantee shit. If she decided to fight it the whole time, then I'd have a bigger fucking mess on my hands.

  If she struck out on her own, and the Grizzlies got to her before this MC did...

  My hands slammed down on the little table between us. She jumped.

  “All right! You're staying here, and I mean right. Fucking. Here!” I jabbed my pointer finger on the old wood until it hurt. “You don't shake a leg outside this clubhouse unless I say so. And if you think about defying me on anything else, I'll bind you up without a second thought.”

  Except for imagining how damned sexy it'll be, I thought. I wanted to drown my stupid brain in Jack and make it shut the fuck up.

  Damned shame I needed all my senses sharp and clear right now.

  Slowly, June nodded. “Thank you,” she whispered.

  Our business here was done. Time to get back to the business of life and death between MCs. I grabbed her hand and led her out of the little room, shoving the door behind me so hard it banged like a gunshot.

  “How is he?”

  “He's stable, Mister President. Lost a lot of blood. He won't be in any shape to run around for the club soon...but I think he's going to be alright.” Emma peeled away the cuff she used to measure Tank's blood pressure.