Eternal Temptations (The Tempted Series Book 6) (41 page)

They were perfect.

Like everything else about Adrianna.

I bend my head, take one nipple between my teeth and tug, loving the effect it has on her as she grinds herself harder against my cock. I soothe the sting with my tongue and repeat the action over and over causing her to quicken her pace.

The windows fog as my control teeters. Threading my fingers through her hair, fisting the ends, I force her head back and close my mouth over her pulse point on her neck.

Time to mess you up, Reese’s.

I untangle my hands from her hair and slide them down to her hips.

“Up,” I order, my mouth still firmly planted on her neck, sucking, nibbling, devouring every inch of her smooth skin.

She lifts her hips as I grab my cock and slide the head over the seam of her wet pussy. The breathy moan that escapes her lips has my dick twitching with need as I position myself and arch off the seat. She slides onto my cock, taking me deeper and deeper until she sits fully on my lap.

I lift my hands back to her face and turn her gaze to me, claiming her mouth with my own as she works me, slowly at first, finding a rhythm that suits both of us. Sweat drips off her face onto mine, skin slaps skin, clothes pushed and shoved aside as she rides me—just like I taught her all those years ago.

My lips are everywhere; her mouth, her neck, her tits, her shoulders and back to her mouth, bruising every part of her. I take hold of her hips again, pushing off the back of the seat and slide into her as deep as I could possibly go.

“I can’t hold it back anymore,” she pants, reaching between us, her fingers caressing her clit. She throws her head back, brown waves fall over the steering wheel as I have front row seats to my favorite show. I watch as Adrianna gets off. Her sleek pussy clenching around my cock, holding me in place as her fingers work vigorously to see her through her orgasm.

“That’s it,” I urge, gritting my teeth. “Come all over me, Reese’s,” I say, grabbing onto her tits as I thrust inside her sensitive pussy. Her eyes roll behind her head as I feel my balls tighten and my dick swell. “Fuck,” I roar, shuddering as her pussy squeezes my release right out of my cock.

Moments later she collapses on top of me, breathless and messy.

“We’re so late,” she mutters against my chest.

“But it was so fucking worth it,” I reply, palming the cheeks of her ass before giving one of them a light smack. “If we leave now, maybe we’ll make it in time for the priest to pronounce them husband and wife.”

“There’s a priest?” She says laughing, leaning back to question me with her eyes.

“Reina’s a holy roller,” I explain as she crawls over the console and drops the visor down.

“Oh my God!”

“He’s a popular guy,” I tease, zipping up my pants. I start the car, roll down the windows to let the steam out of the car before I glance over at her.

“I look like I was just fucked,” she complains. I grin as I drive out of the spot, watching out of the corner of my eye as she tried to straighten out her wrinkled dress.

I love it when she lets me mess her all up.

Twenty minutes later, I turned the truck onto the street of the Dog Pound. Adrianna was still trying to fix herself, giving up on smoothing the wrinkles out of her dress she concentrated on her hair.

“You look beautiful,” I tell her as I pull up to the gate.

She screams as a reply to my compliment, stopping my heart as I slam my foot against the break. Turning to face her, my gaze travels out the window in the direction she stares at in horror. The glass security booth that mimics a parking attendant’s booth is splattered with blood.

“Don’t move,” I shout, opening the console. I pull out my revolver, knock back the safety and jump out of the car. The arm that lifts to let cars through is hanging off by the hinge and is riddled with bullet holes. I walk alongside the truck, with my weapon drawn and stand in front of the window Adrianna is still staring out.

“Get down,” I whisper harshly, waiting for her to do so before I take a few steps closer to the glass booth and enter it. The body inside the booth is slumped over. Forcefully I push his chest back so he leans against the chair and I can inspect who it is.

“Shit,” I hiss, wiping his blood down the front of my shirt as I peer into Mack’s lifeless eyes.

“Anthony,” Adrianna cries, causing me to turn around and watch as she points straight ahead. I avert my eyes in the direction she’s pointing and I see an unfamiliar man walking toward the clubhouse. His arms are extended at his sides and his feet shuffle with every step he took, appearing as if there were cinderblocks weighing down his feet.

I race out of the booth and hurry to the car.

“Anthony, Nikki and Mike are in there,” Adrianna shouts.

Fuck. I kept my hand firmly on the shifter and contemplate my next move, my eyes never wavering from the man making his way toward the clubhouse. My first instinct is to drive my truck over the fucking guy who killed one of Jack’s men but I had my wife next to me and this wasn’t some Bonnie and Clyde bullshit.

I narrow my eyes, looking for weapons and notice the vest wrapped tightly around his body.

“Anthony!” She shouts.

I ignored her as I continue to concentrate on the vest. Little red and blue threads wrap around his torso and his back connecting to something on his chest. I shift the car into drive and roll toward the clubhouse to get a closer look when Adrianna grabs my arm.

“Are you listening to me? We need to get Nikki and Mike out of there,” she orders, desperately.

I run my fingers through my hair, glancing at the gun on my lap before lifting my eyes back to my wife’s.

“There’s a gun under your seat. The clip is in the glove box,” I instruct, turning my attention back to the man who stands in front of the door. “You stay behind me and do as I say, you hear me Adrianna? I’m not kidding this time. I tell you to stay put, stay fucking put.”

“And if someone holds a gun to your head?”

“Shoot the motherfucker like you shot Rico,” I say, slamming my foot against the gas as the man pulls open the front door of the Dog Pound and disappears inside.

I turn to face her, watch as she pulls back the safety and stare at the door.

“Hey,” I say, reaching over the console to squeeze her knee. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she replies, turning her gaze to me.

I lean over the console and kiss her quickly. I didn’t pull away, and neither did she but the kiss ended as we were thrown from the car and the Dog Pound exploded.

I took my place beside the priest, offered him my hand and to my surprise, when he shook it, I didn’t turn to ash. Maybe there
was
hope for me.

Blackie walks up behind me, pats me on the shoulder before tipping his chin toward Linc who sits on top of the bar strumming a guitar.

“You knew he could play?”

“No idea,” he replies as Linc lifts his head. His eyes remaining closed as he hums along to the familiar tune. Finding the beat, he begins to sing.

If I could then I would.

I’ll go wherever you will go.

Way up high or down low, I’ll go wherever you will go.

Our attention diverted from Linc to the end of the makeshift aisle where Lacey stood smiling from ear to ear. I return her smile as she starts down the aisle to the sound of Linc’s smooth voice surrounding us. Clutching her bouquet, her gaze locks on the man standing to my left and she continues toward us. Pausing in front of me she presses a kiss to my cheek before reaching for Blackie’s hand. Winking at her, he lifts her hand to his lips and places a quick kiss to her knuckles. Lacey winks at him before she turns and takes her spot across from me. I take in a deep breath as I turn, knowing I was about to lay eyes on the light of my life.

To watch you, to guide you through the darkest of your days.

If a great wave you shall fall and fall upon us.

Then I hope there’s someone out there who can bring me back to you.

Even with a mind that fails me, there are moments in my life that have stuck with me. The day my parents died. The day I received my patch. Both days my kids were born. The day I took the gavel as president of the Satan’s Knights. The day I walked into Dee’s Diner and ordered a slice of cherry pie. They all float around in my head.

But this day, this moment, this one will stick with me even after I’m buried. Seeing her at the end of the aisle, smiling at me with love radiating from the depths of her soul and shining through her eyes. This moment will be engrained in my heart. The moment my bride walks to me and offers me a future.

Pairing her wedding gown with a black leather jacket, she was a vision of white silk and worn leather. The dress beneath the leather was simple, fitted across her chest and flowed freely from under her bust, accentuating the swell of her stomach and trailing behind her with every step she took toward me. She lowers the bouquet of sunflowers and places her hand over her stomach as she takes the final steps.

She hands Lacey her bouquet before turning to me and placing her hands in mine.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today on this beautiful day to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony,” the priest begins as I lace our fingers together, squeezing her hands slightly as I swallow the lump in my throat.

“If anyone can show just cause why this couple cannot lawfully be joined in matrimony, let them speak now or forever hold their peace,” the priest continues.

I tear my eyes away from Reina and glance around the room, daring anyone to fuck with me, but all I see are smiling faces. A room full of people near and dear to both me and Reina, people who respect the both of us, all of whom are part of our new family.

I’d remember their faces and this moment too.

And the one that came next.

The door opens, sunlight streams from behind the figure shuffling through the door, blinding the view of the man’s face. When the door finally closes behind him I see Ronan clear as day, gagged with duct tape, arms extended out to his sides mimicking Jesus on the cross and enough explosives strapped to his chest to blow up an entire neighborhood.

Frozen in place, his eyes meet mine and I watch the tears spill down his cheeks.

That was the final moment engrained in my memory.

The moment my eyes met the man the enemy sent to deliver us our fate.

My life and love might still go on.

In your heart, in your mind, I’ll stay with you for all of time.

BOOM.

My eyes flutter open, fighting for focus through a thick cloud of smoke and dust, reminding me why I was face down against the concrete. Lifting my cheek from the ground, I open my mouth to call for Anthony but it feels as if there is something in my throat, suffocating me. I swallow hard, trying to scream but only managed to whisper. I close my eyes, swallow again and try one more time. This time, I push myself up off the ground and allow my eyes to roam over the destruction surrounding me. Bile rises in my throat as I see the orange and amber glow of flames through the thick fog of smoke.

“Anthony,” I scream, hysteria coursing through me as I twist my head from side to side hoping to spot my husband. Kneeling, I groan in pain, my stomach aches with every slight movement I make. I stay hunched over, clutching my ribs that are probably broken from the impact of being tossed from the truck. Coughing, I cover my mouth and slowly stand on my bare feet.

My shoes are gone.

“Anthony,” I cry frantically, walking through the fog over the glass and debris. In the distance I can hear the faint cries of others pleading for help but none of them match the voice I’m searching for, desperate to hear.

“Oh God,” I whimper, climbing over the truck. “Anthony!”

“Reese’s,” he mumbles.

“Yes, baby it’s me. Where are you?” I ask, squinting as I ignore the burn of my eyes and try to locate him. “Keep talking so I can follow your voice.”

“I’m over here,” he says, sounding more coherent than before. “Shit,” he groans. “My arm is fucked.”

I follow the sound of his voice, finding him leaning against a piece of what I think is our truck, one arm crossed over his chest, clutching his bicep that is pouring blood. I run to him, crunching glass beneath my feet. I’m reminded of the pain in my stomach when I drop to my knees in front of him. Wincing in pain I grab a hold of his face and touch my lips to his.