Twisted Scars (Comanche Sons Motorcycle Club Book 1) (8 page)

Had she come here with the express purpose of seducing him?

She wasn’t sure of her motives anymore. But she wanted this more than she’d ever desired anything else in her life. Now that he was with her, she didn’t want to stop. To hell with the consequences. This was right, just fucking right.

His hands settled on her waist, and she shivered. Bending his head, he licked her throat. She couldn’t stop herself from moaning. He skimmed his hands over her torso until he reached her shoulders, and then he slipped off the straps of her bra. He pulled it down, leaving it hanging around her waist. Then, he nibbled his way down to her breasts that were now hanging loose. She couldn’t wait to feel his lips on her nipples. Her buds ached for his touch, but he licked every inch of her skin over them until she was damn near writhing in agony. She speared her fingers through his hair and with a sharp twist of her hand forced his mouth near her nipple.

He laughed.

She didn’t care.

His lips sucked on the swollen bud as if it offered sweet nectar. He caressed and fondled the sensitive bud until she thought she might go mad with the saccharine agony that ran through each nerve. It was too much, too fast—and yet she wanted more. Her hands fiddled with the buttons of his jeans until she managed to undo them. He slipped out of them while still lavishing his attention on her nipples.

She felt him step away from his clothes, and then he pressed his hard, long penis against her thighs. The mad desire that careened through her nerves made her wet with arousal. Moisture leaked down her thighs, and she wriggled her butt. His fingers flicked through the thin panties and dragged them down. She hopped and skipped a little to take them off without breaking contact with his lips.

Now, they were both naked, and each breath was a struggle. His cock pressed hard against her thigh. She reached down to grip the blood-engorged organ, liking the way it swelled and vibrated within her grasp. She rubbed the tip of it and was rewarded with beads of moisture. He was as aroused as she was. Her fingers pressed on his cock until he began to pant. Putting his finger inside her pussy, he began to move it up and down. He bent his head and bit her on the shoulder. She cried out—with pleasure more than pain—while he groaned as she rubbed his cock.

He was quite ready and so was she.

Taking out his finger, he cupped her butt and raised her a little. Leaping up, she straddled his waist. Her pussy was right next to his cock, and it was obvious that he couldn’t resist anymore. With a violent thrust of his hips, he forced his cock into her moist, velvety depths. She cried out in ecstasy, as he pushed deep inside her. Her legs wrapped around him while her hands were tight on his shoulders. She shivered a little as her breasts pushed against his chest.

Holding her against the wall, he moved in and out. She maintained the rhythm, moving on top of him while he held her weight. It was crazy, almost violent. Holding her, he picked up pace, both of them lost in the glory of the moment. Sensations, raw and wild, careened through her senses as she barely held on. If it wasn’t for him, she would’ve collapsed, but he was strong.

She looked down and saw his cock, slick with her juices, as he slid it out, and then with a firm swing of his hips, he thrust inside her again. The pleasure was intense. Every nerve in her body vibrated as she struggled to breathe. As he picked up pace, she panted and groaned. The climax that ripped through her was powerful, strong. She cried out and a moment later, he exploded inside her.

He held her close to his heart and put his forehead on her, as they both took deep, shuddering breaths. Man, oh, man! This wasn’t the end.

What had she done?

Chapter Eight

He’d done his best to cut all contact, but when she turned up at his house, there wasn’t much that he could do. Chance was honest enough to admit that he’d spent the last few days in utter misery. He’d missed her far more than he anticipated. Within a short time, she managed to get under his skin. He liked her, respected her, and damn near worshipped her. The woman managed to find a space in his heart and settled there as if he had no say in the matter.

What could he do?

Nothing much. It was over and done with, and now the only thing that he needed to do was to make sure that she also fell for him as fast and hard as he did for her. He needed to impress her, woo her, and seduce her. As he reached the bar, he raised a hand in greeting to her, and she smiled. Damn the woman. She was too beautiful. Her hair bounced and whipped around her head, as she sashayed from table to table. Every man in the bar lusted for her, but she was all his.

Ryan sidled close, as he took a place in the bar. Chance couldn’t believe that it had been two weeks since they started dating. Time was flying far too fast. “So, here again?”

“Shut up.”

Ryan laughed. “It’s nice to see the mighty fall. What will you have?”

“A beer.” Chance accepted the cold beverage, as he saw Riley work her magic across the room. The men wanted her; the women liked her; and she was blithely ignorant of the effect she had on people. Jane looked far calmer and happier as she bustled from table to table. “The young waitress has picked up.”

“Johnny wanted to throw her out, but Riley took her under her wing. Transformed the girl. It’s a good thing too because Jane needs the money.”

It was so like Riley to think about others. She didn’t form a lot of attachments, but when she did so, they lasted. She was loyal to a fault. And kind, too. And he was an idiot who was falling in love and was hell bent on denying that. Chance forced that thought away from his mind. He didn’t want to waste time on it. Whatever happened would happen. He couldn’t worry about everything. “How is work?”

“Good, yeah. Except I heard that Johnny and some of the other guys had a fight and the club might split,” said Ryan.

“Rumors,” he said. Chance had also heard about trouble in the ranks. Something to do with a deal that went bad. The club didn’t just own bars; they also held their tentacles in other businesses, not all of them legal of course. Chance stayed away from such trouble. Ever since he was thrown out of the army, he’d vowed to keep his nose clean. One bad break in life was enough to set him on the right path. He did his work and got out. That was all that he wanted—and now, of course, he wanted Riley to be a part of his journey. Ryan walked away to deliver the orders to the kitchen staff, and Chance drank his beer.

Riley strolled towards him, carrying a tray. “A few more minutes, and then I’ll be off.”

“I’m ok.”

She left again. He hated that she worked such late hours. Ever since they started going out, he tried to come to meet her at night so that they could leave the bar together. Of course, it was nice to know that when he wasn’t around, Ryan was there. Riley was careful that way. He liked that. “So who’s the guy who came around yesterday when it was Riley’s day off?” said Ryan as he came back outside.

“Which guy?”

“Tall, broad-shouldered, good-looking.  He asked about Riley, and when we said that she worked here, he disappeared.”

His ears perked. What the hell was that? Was she seeing someone on the side? He didn’t think that she was the sort of woman who two-timed, but he’d been duped once and didn’t have any intention of falling under the same trap again. Jealousy was a hot lance in his heart. “Who was he?”

“How the hell should I know, man? Thought you would.”

He shrugged, trying his best to look indifferent. He wasn’t. Chance was burning to know who this other man was. “Maybe someone she met before or her family member. Why don’t you ask her?”

“Yeah, I will.” Ryan looked uneasy, as if he was sorry that he’d brought up the topic. “Listen, I’ve got a hot date tonight, so I am going off from here. You will drop Riley off, won’t you?”

“Yeah, don’t worry.”

He longed to ask her about this guy, but Chance kept his mouth shut as he rode with her to her apartment. He didn’t want to come across as some jealous dude who couldn’t bear to have another man come near his girlfriend. “So I’ve got plans for the weekend,” he announced as they got off the bike. “Or whenever you can take time off from work.”

She slung her purse on her shoulders and held his hand as they walked up. There was no need for her to ask him to stay the night; he was going to do it anyway. “What plans?”

“A friend of mine has a cabin in the wilderness. It’s miles away from civilization, and I thought we could go there and hang out on the beach.”

“Miles away from civilization? What the hell does he do there?”

“He hunts in the woods that surround that place, but we won’t do that. I’ve got better things on my mind.”

She squeezed his hand as they walked up to her apartment. The building was silent, eerily so. It felt as if they were the only two people in there. “I know exactly what you have in mind.”

“And you love the idea of it.”

She laughed as he cornered her against the door. Bending his head, he kissed her mouth. Her lips were hot and soft. His hands settled on her waist, and he relished the curves that he’d gotten accustomed to seeing. She was one hell of a woman, and he was lucky to have her in his life. Her breath was hot against his mouth as she pressed closer. Her nipples strained against the dress, and he longed to take it off and make wild love to her. The more he had her, the more he wanted her. The desire for her was a thirst that ran through every nerve in his body. He just couldn’t have enough of her.

Finally, he drew away. “This was a preview of our weekend away from work.”

“It seems like an intriguing idea.” She put her hands on his chest, as her gaze met his. Once, she’d stared at him with eyes that were full of suspicion, but now he could see the trust that bloomed there. He liked that. It was nice to know that she felt at ease with him. “I’ll have to talk to Johnny and have him wriggle my schedule around.”

“He works you like a dog.”

“And pays me well for it.”

“Money isn’t everything.”

“Wise words,” she said. “I’m afraid they would have suited you more if you were millionaire, but peasants like us have to work hard for each penny.”

“True, but we can’t be slave to this grind also. Come on, it will be fun. Think about it. You and me, and the lovely, warm sand, crashing waves on the shore, and cool, and fresh breezes. We will just lay on the sand all day and drink beers.”

“I really doubt it.”

He frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Are you saying that you wouldn’t make love to me twice a day?”

“Twice a day? That sounds a bit less.” He kissed her once more, as she smiled. The more he thought about it, the more tempted he was with the idea. It would be nice to go away for a while and just be with her and not think about anything else.

“If I agree to this, you’ve got to promise that you will make wild and passionate love to me three times in a day, and I want a massage also.”

“Ok.”

She giggled at his quick acquiesce. “I’ll talk to Johnny. He’s going to grumble.”

“That’s because you are his best waitress, and he hates it when you’re not there.”

“And who told you that?” She sounded pleased to hear it. “He has never said anything like that to me.”

“Of course, he won’t say anything to you.” He stepped back so that she could rummage inside her purse to find the keys to the door. “But I know Johnny. He doesn’t suffer fools. Mind you, he is already looking for someone who can take the main work off his hands, and if you are interested, I could talk to him. He will snap you up.”

“I don’t think so.”

“It’s an excellent opportunity. You will get paid twice as much as now, and you won’t have to wait on tables.”

“I like my job,” she said in a voice that brooked no argument.

Why the hell wouldn’t she want to move up the hierarchy? She was capable and smart, and he was quite sure that if she as much as hinted, Johnny would leap at the chance to take her as his manager. He was having trouble with the other business that he managed, and he would welcome a chance to hand over the reins to someone he trusted. Could the reason for her refusal be that she still wasn’t interested in staying in Boston?

No. How could she move away and leave him alone?

She wouldn’t do that, not now when they had such a good thing going. After all these weeks together, she still hadn’t told him anything about her past or her family. He didn’t like to push, but he was quickly running out of options. 

As they entered the house, he groped for the light switch and pushed it—but nothing happened. It must have gone out. “Love, we’ve got to talk,” he said.

“What?”

Chance put his hand inside his pocket to take out his phone so that he could shed some light on the switch and see what was wrong with it when there was a loud, clattering noise—and then all hell broke loose.