Nomad Kind of Love Page 8

  About what I expected for an MC President. Especially a Nomad.

  My back hit the bed. I instantly spread myself out, clinging to his neck. Maverick detected the surging need in my touch and swept in for a kiss.

  He covered my small body with his. And his kiss came rough, just like the first time. He pushed his tongue past my lips and went searching for mine, teasing softly before he found what he wanted and thrust in and out.

  I moaned. I forgot to breathe, and then I panicked and bit him on the lip a little, struggling for fresh air.

  “Ah, fuck, June. I had a feeling you'd be a biter.” He pulled back, a wicked grin on his face. “Just you be careful, babe. Whatever you give me, I'll give it back twice as fucking rough. I'm gonna light you on fire.”

  His hands reached for my hips. I pushed against him, but it only ripped my jeans down faster.

  My legs twisted around his, searching for his warmth. My body wasn't listening to the last little storms of doubt in my brain.

  It was way ahead of the game. Those last whining voices disappeared the instant his stubble raked across my bare neck, followed by his lips.

  “Oh! Jesus!” I dug my nails into his lower neck, panting as I rose.

  His rough, calloused hands went up my bare legs. He circled them behind my thighs, cupped my ass, and squeezed my cheeks through my panties.

  I almost turned into a puddle right there, beneath him. Certainly, everything beneath the waist did, turning into nothing but heat and cream.

  Maverick kept one hand on my ass and reached for my shirt. He guided my arms over my head and ripped it off in one jerk, savage need spilling from his eyes.

  And both those deadly, serious eyes were fixed on my half-naked body. I gushed, unashamed for once at how excited his killer expression made me.

  Just a few weeks earlier, I would've been revolted and terrified if Vulture or any of his men looked at me like Maverick watched me now. But Maverick wasn't the demon I thought, and warm desire flickered beneath his animal need, feeding the wildfire only he could extinguish.

  Hands went behind my back, and he practically tore my bra strap in the rush to get it off. I didn't care. I helped the cups away and flung the garment across the room.

  He kissed me deep, and then hooked both hands near my panties again. I screamed and throbbed when he tore them down past my knees.

  They didn't glide. They flew, dangerously close to getting shredded around my ankles in the process.

  He leaned into my naked flesh, kissing and sucking. His jeans pushed against my bare slit hard.

  I arched my back, moaning loudly and rocking. He silenced me with another kiss, thrusting his tongue in and out of my mouth, need growing with every wet stroke.

  He took one nipple in his hand and pinched it between his fingers. My whole body jerked, rocking into his bulge harder.

  God, I needed him inside me fucking soon, or I wasn't going to survive. I literally burned between my legs for him, a violent ache so hot it was painful.

  He grunted, breaking the latest kiss. His hands went to my hips and held me down, moving me away from rocking against his cock.

  “Not just yet, babe. I like to feel and taste what I'm gonna fuck first...”

  “But I want you!”

  He ignored me, prolonging my agony. Finally, I got relief when he slid one hand between my legs a second later, cupping my mound.

  I squirmed and moaned and pleaded against his hand, howling to have my clit touched. Two of those big, rough fingers pushed into me and I came.

  Rocking, bucking, screaming, I fucked his fingers as he thrust back. My vision blacked out and everything in my head became one long jagged pulse. The little pleasure nub in my brain shrieked happily, milking itself, forcing me to throw my hips into his wonderful hand.

  As I jerked, he leaned down and bit one breast. It was the perfect bite.

  Rough but tender. Wet, hot, and so fucking strong. He sank his teeth in hard enough to leave a mark, branding me as his.

  I came harder, and his teeth never let go, not until my hips collapsed on the bed. His fingers peeled away, gently swirling inside my cunt, coating my clit in more wetness.

  Growling, he shot me a don't move a fucking muscle look and sank beneath my waist. I wasn't even close to ready for him after coming so soon – or so I thought.

  The few messy, stupid couplings I had with boys and the constant fears of rape had put me off real sex for a long time.

  I didn't even know I could fuck and come again so soon until Maverick's tongue lashed through my labia. He licked me hard and slow, inhaling my scent and tasting me.

  New heat instantly raged in my belly.

  No, not heat. Hellfire.

  My thighs closed around his shoulders. I felt him smile as he dug into me, pulling me open with his fingers to smother my clit with his tongue.

  He licked. He sucked. He pinched his teeth lightly around my nub, corkscrewing pleasure so fast and hard through me I nearly passed out.

  I was really fucking oxygen deprived now, but I didn't dare stop. Maverick carried me away, threw me to sky, and took absolute possession of everything I was with his mouth.

  I came even harder the second time. My hands reached for his head, running my fingers through his thick hair, scratching at his neck.

  He liked the encouragement. Maverick's tongue never missed a beat while I became a screaming, spasming mess beneath him.

  When I could finally open my eyes, I stared at the ceiling, gasping for breath. I was flat on my back, and he'd gone from between my legs.

  I forced my head up, careful not to let all the seething blood rush out at once.

  Maverick stood at the end of the bed, wearing his sternest expression and nothing else. Naked.

  “Holy shit!” I jerked up, hands behind me.

  The alpha killer look on his face disappeared into a thin smile. The end of the mattress sank with his weight, and he crouched at the end of the bed, one hand fisted around his huge cock.

  Clear pre-come dripped down his head to his fingers. It took me a full minute to process just how big he was – and not just the part between his legs.

  Maverick was fucking huge. His whole massive chest was packed together like boulders and fully inked, covered in a flaming devil's head with fire shooting out around it. On both arms, his rugged biceps were covered with pitchforks, and big blocky letters scrawled next to those, giving him a wild kind of symmetry.

  “YSBF?” I said, sounding out each letter.

  “Your soul belongs forever.” He pushed his arms out in front of him and flexed, giving me a better view. “Means we all sell our souls to this MC when we join. Forever, just like it says.”

  A chill went up my spine. In the fiery lust, I'd forgotten I was seriously bedding a man who belonged to the same kind of club that ruined my family and stole my youth.

  The tattoos blazing on his skin reminded me no matter how sweet, strong, and handsome he seemed on the outside, deep inside he was a Prairie Devil. And not just a biker, but a President, a lifelong badass outlaw who was way past the point of no return.

  For a split second, my brain tried to revolt, groping for reason. Then Maverick crawled toward me like a tiger, and pure desire chased reason and doubt back to their powerless holes.

  “Fucking hell,” he whispered, stopping when his body completely covered mine. “Forgot how damned perfect you looked laid out naked. Your shape, babe – fuck! Perfect hourglass.”

  I flushed. I always thought I could stand to lose a few pounds, but none of the men ever complained during my dances. Obviously, Maverick didn't either.

  He lowered his head, breathing me in, raking the stubble on his chin across one breast. I shivered, wondering how many times my body could recharge and soar on wild desire.

  Forever, maybe. As long as I'm with him...

  “Do it, Maverick,” I said, my voice trembling. I reached up and ran my hand over his cheek. “I need to feel you in me. Now.”

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nbsp; “Babe, you don't have to ask.”

  He peeled back for a moment and reached next to me on the bed. I watched him tear a condom packet with his teeth, and then roll the rubber on his massive length.

  “Soon as I claim you, I'm gonna get you set up to take it bareback. But for tonight, this'll have to do.”

  Bare. Just the idea sent cream trickling out helplessly between my thighs.

  My pussy was beyond soaked. Something told me after we got through tonight, the whole damned bed would be stamped with our wet, potent lovemaking.

  Maverick moved forward again. He rubbed the head of his huge cock up and down, up and down, teasing my opening until I rubbed my lips against him, crying out nonsensically.

  The mewling noise I made pushed him over the edge. He grunted, pushed the sheets around my head with his fists, and thrust deep.

  In one stroke, he was in me. I bit my lip and my eyes went wide as he tore into me. I might as well have been a virgin again as my sex struggled to take his fullness, huge and wide. He didn't stop until he edged my womb.

  Then the real thrusting started.

  Maverick's lips peeled back, baring his teeth as he fucked me.

  Lovemaking? I wanted to laugh at what I'd thought earlier. No, this is fucking, the very first time you're being really and truly fucked by a man.

  When I realized it, I bucked back with equal force. Wrapping my legs around his hard, muscular trunks was pure heaven. My surging excitement sent his primal urge to conquer, to mark, into overdrive.

  Maverick thrust twice as hard, twice as fast. The old bed beneath us snapped and screamed, almost as loud as I gasped and moaned when he went balls deep.

  I became a living, breathing furnace. The fireball that hadn't stopped burning in my lower belly since we'd gotten into bed exploded.

  Raging, crackling, unstoppable fire surged up, devoured my brain, and then spread to all my extremities. I screamed, pinching him with my arms and legs as hard as I could.

  Another orgasm – yes, another! – hit like lightning.

  I came wet, came hard, taking the full body vibration of his flesh as he power fucked me.

  Maverick grunted, forcing my legs apart with his hands when my climax tried to close them. He wrestled me against him, pulling me up around his cock with his hands.

  The spasms were twice as hard as he sank deeper still. I couldn't believe how deep his fucking reached, straight to my soul.

  Fire, flesh, and desire flashed stormed inside me. I wasn't sure where one climax ended and the next began. All I knew was an endless hurricane, spasms threatening to rip me apart forever.

  “Fuck! So tight. So wet. So fucking sweet...brace yourself against me, baby, and don't you fucking stop grinding your hips. I'm gonna give you my come.”

  His come!

  I forgot about the condom between us. My fevered brain thought he was serious, and thinking about the insane heat of his seed showered me in lust.

  One more furious thrust and he held himself deep inside me, letting his cock swell.

  The bestial part of my brain wanted him to explode inside me, to give me his essence, pure and hot and wonderful. I came like dynamite anyway when his cock bulged, firing his load into the condom, so hot I felt it even through the latex.

  Sweating, screaming, rocking, my orgasm became his. The climax went on and on, enveloping us completely. I wanted it to last forever, to keep me close to the one man on earth I'd opened myself to.

  “Oh, babe. Oh, my motherfucking cock...”

  His soft words through sharp breaths woke me up. I felt him pull away from me slowly, stepping off the bed to dispose of the condom.

  He returned and crashed next to me a minute later. I buried myself in his chest.

  Why was his scent so stupidly intoxicating?

  I breathed deep as he ran his fingers through my hair. I didn't say anything. No words seemed right to break the beautiful afterglow, and every stroke of his hand against my skin told me more than anything.

  There was something special here. I'd tried to deny it, fight it, and fucking destroy it.

  Now, safe in his arms and in his bed, I couldn't.

  The June who'd come of age in hell, always on survival mode, drifted away. I felt her leave, as he jerked me to him, safe in his huge tattooed arms.

  I didn't even wave goodbye. There was nothing about the last couple years remotely worth celebrating, and the ones before weren't so great either.

  This, on the other hand, just might be the start of something better.

  “Gotta tell you something, babe. Our secret,” he whispered, when I was half-asleep. “I've only had two really amazing things in my life. You're number three. I'm old enough to know amazing is fucking rare, and it's something I never, ever let go of when it's right there in front of me. You're mine, June. Property of Maverick.”

  I moaned softly, too sleepy to give an adequate response.

  The next morning, I woke to an empty bed and stretched. About what I expected. Maverick always got up before I did. Club business called, a bitch I'd have to share him with forever if this was really going anywhere.

  It was the first time I'd woken up in years without a pounding headache, or soaked in last night's terror sweats. I rolled, pressed my face into his pillow, and filled my lungs with his scent.

  God, I'd never stop loving that scent, no matter what the cards held for us.

  One night changed everything. I know it sounds cliché and crazy.

  I didn't believe it either until I was a solid week into my new role managing Pink Unlimited.

  Maverick had given me more than a decent gig and some really mind blowing sex. He'd given me a second life.

  I forced myself into the new role perfectly. Keeping my promise to him not to fuck up never seemed so easy.

  I lived, breathed, and ate Pink Unlimited business for every waking hour. I hadn't even been around to thank my rugged benefactor, though he was just as scarce around the club that week due to some outside business.

  I watched my reflection as I was backstage, arguing with Amber Lynn.

  She was a local bitch with a sharp tongue and a double name. Maybe the dual names made her twice the bitch. Who knows?

  “You're seriously telling me I can't offer a little tail on the back end? Girl, I've got guys coming out my ears who'd like more than a quick peek at what I'm offering.”

  “The club says no prostitution here,” I said coldly.

  Amber Lynn rolled her doe eyes. Bristling, I stepped forward, never taking my eyes off the long mirror behind her.

  “Don't forget who's protecting your ass!” My hands shot out and I gave her a shove. “I wouldn't want to see what happens if you piss these guys off by bringing cops to sniff around here. Don't be greedy, bitch.”

  The stripper tottered backward on her high heels. For a second, I thought she'd fall and snap her neck, but she caught herself just in time.

  “Jesus!” she spat, hands on her knees and looking sideways at me. “Okay! It's just that every other place I worked let me make some deals on the side, long as I gave them a cut...”

  “This is not your old hooker job, Amber Lynn.” I pointed toward the stage, where the burble of the audience behind the curtain was slowly rising. “You're here to shake your pretties and go home. Now, wipe the venom off your face and get out there. You're on.”

  She slunk away. I approached the mirror, proud of myself. I didn't want to treat my girls like dirt, but if they endangered this establishment or the MC protecting it, I had to let the bitch out.

  And for once, letting her play hadn't blown up in my face.

  I watched Amber Lynn around the bend backstage as she began her act. She was only a couple years older than me, a perky tanned girl who got the guys' attention.

  Near the stage, a large figure in leather caught my eye. I stepped forward, peering through the darkness where the curtain separated.

  “It can't be!” I blinked hard, trying to wipe the man's image awa
y.

  I prayed I was hallucinating, but God was not that kind. Underneath the stage stood Scoop, grinning up at Amber Lynn with his nasty beard and full Grizzlies colors on his jacket.

  My chest tightened. Panic took hold, a thousand unsavory thoughts.

  What if there were more of them here? What if they'd decided to strike just when Maverick took full security down a notch?

  I ran, blowing right past the three girls lounging in their little rest areas.

  “Miss Daniels?” Mandy called after me.

  She was a sweet girl, and the one who caused the least mischief around here. I wasn't stopping, though – not when there was a chance these assholes could get at me when I thought I'd finally escaped them.

  The big guy sat on a crate behind the bar. His Prairie Devils patched faced me, top and bottom rocker stretched tight as ever on his enormous shoulders.

  “Tank!”

  He turned, a cold beer in hand, and his dead pan expression brightened when he saw the terror in my eyes.

  “Holy shit, what happened, June?” He was on his feet, towering over me.

  “There's a guy wearing a Grizzlies cut by the stage...I recognize him. Don't know if he's come to scope the place out or if he's brought friends for something worse.”

  Tank spun, following my finger to the place where I pointed, straight through the crowd. His eyes narrowed like a hunter fixing on his prey.

  “Fuck. He never should've slipped past the bouncers, unless he came in some other way. Gonna have to chat with those boys later.” He turned back to me and gave my shoulders a reassuring slap with his giant paws. “Don't you worry. I got it.”

  “Just get him out of here,” I said.

  My voice was weak and small. Deadly hatred blazed to life in my brain, remembering how cruel the bastard by the stage looked while he raped Clara.

  Something terrible was about to happen. Vulture didn't send his right hand man out to a rival business for no reason.

  Even so, fear gave way to righteous anger. Tank was walking up to him now, pushing through the grinning, half-drunken men who were stuck on Amber Lynn's act.

  I'd heard this guy was in the army before he joined the MC. I hoped he'd snap once the fight began, and break Scoop's brittle neck. Wouldn't be hard if the jackass gave him one little reason to.