Giving It to the Monster (Saints and Sinners MC Book 4) (10 page)

“I don’t always need sweet. I love you, Saint, and I trust you.”

“Forever.”

“Forever. I’m not leaving again. Not ever.”

“Good, because I’m not going to let you leave this time.”

He slammed his lips down on hers, and she melted against him. Pulling and tugging at his clothes, she rid them from his body, needing him to be as naked as she was.

“I love you, Nat. I love you so fucking much, it never stopped. I fell in love with you when I was five years old.” He cupped her face, staring into her eyes. “I always will.”

Tears filled her eyes. “Why didn’t you ever say this to me?”

He claimed her lips, and she sobbed at how useless she had been. She’d never wanted to leave but felt she had no choice after she’d seen Saint pulling away from her. She’d not been strong enough. She was now. The man she loved wasn’t the man that his father was forcing him to be.

“No more secrets. No more lies, and no more half-truths. From now on, we tell each other the whole truth, nothing held back,” she said.

“Agreed.” Saint moved them toward the bed, and she fell down. Within seconds he had a condom on and was sliding between her thighs. He pushed against her pussy, and she was so aroused that he slipped right inside her.

They both moaned together.

“One day soon, I’m going to take you without the condom, Nat.”

“I look forward to it.”

He held the back of her head, kissing her lips as he rode her pussy, driving in deep. She stared down at where they were connected, gasping as he filled her to the hilt with his cock.

“I love you,” he said.

She was never going to grow tired of hearing that. He pulled out of her, flipped her onto her knees, and slammed deep inside her once again. His hand wrapped in her hair at the same time his other hand slid between her thighs to stroke her clit.

Crying out his name over and over again, Natasha splintered apart in his arms, begging for more.

“Babe, I need to claim your ass tonight. Don’t ask me why but I need all of you.”

“I trust you.”

He pulled out of her pussy, and ordered her to stay on her knees, which she did. He returned with some lube. Smearing some over her anus, she glanced over her shoulder, and saw he was applying some on his own dick.

She closed her eyes, moaning as he pressed the tip against her ass. Without waiting for his instruction, she pushed out, and he slowly eased inside her. He took his time, holding onto her hip as he began to fuck her.

“How does it feel?”

“Hard, a little painful.” She whispered each of the words unable to control the pain and pleasure.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No. Don’t stop. I don’t want you to stop.”

“I won’t.”

He leaned down, kissing her neck. Both of his hands went to her shoulders, and with a final thrust all of his dick was inside her. She cried out his name, whimpering as he filled her ass.

“You’ve got all of me.”

“Never let me go, Saint.”

“Never.” He sucked on her pulse, nibbling at the beat. She closed her eyes basking in the pain and pleasure that were consuming them both.

When he started to move, she didn’t know what to expect. Pain, pleasure, disgust. She loved it. She loved being owned by him, being completely taken as he held her in place, and simply fucked her.

“Oh, that feels so good.”

He reached between them, and started to finger her pussy as he rode her ass. She pushed against him, wanting the pleasure that he was giving her.

“Please, please,” she said.

“Come for me, Nat.”

She did at his command, screaming his name.

He rode her ass, and seconds after her own orgasm, she heard and felt as he filled the condom with his cum, his cock pulsing.

Once it was over, he didn’t pull out of her. He wrapped his arms around her, and they fell to the bed.

“That was amazing.”

“There’s plenty more where that came from.” He snuggled in close, and Nat knew without a doubt that she had finally made the right choice.

Saint was hers, and she belonged to him.

Chapter Nine

One month later

It was cold as fuck, and the club was celebrating Natasha’s divorce. Everything had become final last week, and finally they were able to have a party as a celebration. Saint organized everything, and Pea, he was happy for his Prez.

The couple were certainly unique, and they had a bond that went a lot deeper than most of the couples he’d seen or met. They were drawn to each other, and one of them always knew when the other entered a room.

Pea sat on the wall watching the bonfire roar as well as Saint with his arms around Natasha. She leaned back against him, clearly content to be with him.

“It’s kind of weird to see it, don’t you think?” Vanilla said, coming to sit beside him.

“I never thought I’d see the day that Saint settled down, fell in love, and was happy.” He always had a damn scowl on his face, and now he was happy.

“Rage, Pipe, Knife, and Saint. I wonder who is next.”

“Pipe and Knife don’t count. They’re not Saints and Sinners.”

“Please, they’re like family. When the club realizes we’ve gained a club friend rather than a rival, we’ll all get along well.” Vanilla tipped back his beer taking a long swig.

“What about you? Any plans to settle down?”

“No woman can handle me.”

“What about Shannon?”

“She’s fun, but she’d not long term. We both know that.”

Pea shrugged.

“You haven’t been with her in a long time either.”

“She tell you that?” Pea asked.

“Yeah, she said that you’re not the same man-whore, constantly sleeping around. You’re not even interested in finding new sweet-butts.”

Pea stared across the bonfire finding the woman that was constantly in his thoughts. Melissa stood with her sister, and Rage.

They had been married for years, and he’d been there to help her and her sister out. Every now and again they fucked, but it hadn’t meant anything. He enjoyed her company. They had fun together. When he wasn’t at the club, or dealing with club business, they had a lot of fun. He recalled them playing a damn board game, Melissa with a couple of glasses of wine, him with a beer. They spent hours laughing, joking, and enjoying making up words. One thing had led to another, and they’d ended up fucking on the living room floor in front of a roaring fire. That had been over three years ago at Christmas time when snow was heavy on the ground.

“Do you ever think as men we walk around blind always looking for something else rather than truly looking at what we’ve got?” he asked.

“That’s fucking deep,” Vanilla said.

“No, it’s not deep.” He got to his feet and made his way toward Melissa. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he smiled at Rage and Penny. “Sorry to do this, but I’ve got to speak to my wife for a second.”

Moving her away from the crowd, and back inside the clubhouse, he took her up to the room they shared. It had been cleaned since he’d last been here, not wanting to take another woman there.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

“There’s something I need to say to you.”

“Okay.”

“I don’t know what is going on, but I’ve not been with another woman in a long time.”

“I’ve not been with a man in a long time either. Apart from you that is.”

“Us, I want to give us a chance.”

Melissa stared at him. “Us? Together? Like a proper couple?”

“What do you say?”

She smiled. It was instant, and she nodded. “I’d love to try that.”

“I don’t know if it will work. I’ve never been faithful before in my life.”
You’ve been faithful for months, asshole.

“I’m not going to turn into one of these nagging women, Pea. I know what I signed up for.”

“Good, good, erm, you can’t see any more men.”

“We will both be faithful to each other during this. I get it. I can do that.” She took a deep breath. “Wow, we’re really going to do this.”

“We really are.”

He opened his arms, and she walked right into them. Closing his eyes, he kissed her head, and knew deep in his heart, he’d done the right thing. He could no longer stand the thought of her with another man.

They were going to give it a go.

****

“This is horrible,” Natasha said, wincing as she watched Liam take another hit. He was up against Egg of the Hell’s Wolves, and neither man was looking all that good.

“Road is about to get patched in tonight. All the brothers voted for him, and it’s why Egg is beating the shit out of him. It’s like an initiation.”

“That makes no sense.”

She hugged Saint’s jacket around her, trying to ward off the cold. It had been three months since she’d turned back up in Sinners’ Corner, and being with Saint, it was like she never left. She loved it. Working at Dirty Deeds, meeting Saint either at home or at the club, it was a dream come true.

Many nights when she had lain awake while she was living with Simon, she would think about this kind of life. It made her wonder if she’d been waiting to come back home.

Life was wonderful, and she snuggled against Saint’s side, knowing there was nowhere else she’d rather be. She loved him with all of her heart. For her, loving her sweetheart wasn’t just going to be temporary. He had stolen her heart at a young age, and he never gave it back.

She cried out as Liam took another hit to his side, and then suddenly came out fighting. Egg went down, and held his hand up in surrender.

“Are they okay?” she asked.

“It’s a fight, baby. They’re both probably horny as hell.”

“I don’t see the attraction.”

“Not everyone does. Come on, let’s go and congratulate the newest member.”

Saint released her as he entered the fighting circle. She’d never been part of a club getting patched in.

“I’m so sorry, man,” Liam said.

“You did good. Quiet down,” Saint said. “I think this is only fitting to a man who has earned his patch, and his place with the Saints and Sinners MC.” He shouted the last words ending it on a whoop. She smiled, loving the way they all were together, banded together as a brotherhood of MC.

Rage came through the crowd, holding out the leather cut with the name “Road” printed on the back. “Always to remind you of your new name.”

Men and women rushed toward Liam as he put his new jacket on. This was his life now, the newest member of the club.

Saint was laughing as he came to join her.

“That was pretty awesome to watch. You changed his life.”

“He earned his patch. Took so many beatings over the past couple of years.”

“Good for you.”

“He’ll be good for the whole of the club.”

He placed his arm across her neck, kissing her temple. Closing her eyes, she loved the feel of the club. This was Saint’s kingdom, and he was their king in a strange kind of way.

“Come on, let’s head home.”

Climbing on the back of his bike, he still made her wear his helmet, and they took off. She closed her eyes, loving the power of the machine between her thighs, the scent of Saint all around her.

“When we grow up, I’m going to marry you,” Saint said.

“Don’t you think we’re a little young to know?” She was thirteen, but she also knew how much she loved Saint. She just loved teasing him, pretending to be unsure. It drove him crazy.

“I know I love you, and I’ll always take care of you. Fight your battles, love you so much you’ll never look anywhere else.”

She touched his cheek. “You take the words right out of my mouth.”

They pulled up outside of their home, and she froze when she saw the police car. Had something happened to Elena? Why were cops at their home? It was their home. Saint showed her the paperwork that meant they both owned the house.

“What the fuck is going on?” Saint asked.

“Sorry, sir. We’re here to see Natasha Meyer.”

“It’s Greenwood. My divorce has been through a long time.”

“Right, erm, I’m sorry to have to do this, but your ex-husband was found dead three days ago.”

“Simon?”

“Yes.”

“What happened?”

“We are alerting you as your next of kin. We believe he has been murdered.”

Three days ago Saint was with her, and they’d all been having a party to celebrate.

“As his wife, or ex-wife, we were wondering if you knew of any bad blood, or enemies he may have.”

“He was a criminal lawyer. I’d say he had a lot of them. He never talked about it.” She frowned. “I don’t think I can be much help.”

“How did he die?” Saint asked, gripping her neck.

“We found traces of cocaine in his system, and his head had been removed.”

“What?” Natasha asked.

“Yes, his head had been removed.”

“Cops don’t make these kinds of calls,” Saint said.

The cop smiled, and she looked between the cop and Saint. Something really wasn’t quite right.

“Just thought you should know, and I’m following procedure. You two have a good night,” he said, turning away, and climbing in his car.

“Saint, what the hell is going on?” Natasha asked.

He took hold of her hand, and urged her behind him as he pulled his gun out. Slowly, he opened the door, flicked on the lights, and she saw the dirty footprints before he did. Covering her mouth, she tried to contain her fear as they rounded the corner, and entered the living room.

There sat a large man, bigger than anything she’d ever seen.

“Hello, Saint. Why don’t you close the door and take a seat?”

The man wore a business suit, and he was sitting perfectly still, nothing threatening about him.

“You can put the gun away. I mean you no harm.”

“What the fuck is this about, Ricky?” Saint said.

“Well, it seems we run in small worlds. I had no idea that Simon’s Natasha was your woman.”

“How do you know me?”

“I don’t. Simon got himself into a little bit of a pickle. He had gambling debts, and he promised to help out the men I work for by making some difficult evidence disappear. He failed, and as payment, he thought offering up his ex-wife would appease us.”

“Simon wanted to sell me.”

“Pretty much. You married a piece of work, Natasha Greenwood.”

She lowered herself into the chair, shocked. In that moment, she was so happy that Simon was dead.

“Anyway, it appears that Simon couldn’t handle his debt, so he went to our enemy, sold them the cocaine that we use for our enemies, which brought us back to each other, Saint.”

“Yes, it does.”

“Kind of wraps it up in a neat little bow,” Ricky said.

“Why do I feel a ‘but’ coming on?” Saint asked.

“Because there is.” Ricky stood. “It seems I will be moving in to Sinners’ Corner. Some problems have come up that require me to be here. Our enemy has decided to lay low, and seeing as we want no war with the Saints and Sinners MC nor do we want an issue with the Hell’s Wolves, we are here to fight our own battles.”

“You’re moving in?”

“Yes, so I hope for my own sake, there is some good food to be had.” Ricky nodded at both of them. “Natasha, don’t mourn your ex. He was a piece of shit. Have a good night, both of you.”

To that, he left them.

“The cop?” Natasha asked.

“Working for Ricky. It was an introduction of sorts.”

“Saint, did I ever tell you, you’ve got the weirdest friends?”

“They’re not my friends, but I don’t think they’re my enemies either.”

She let out a breath. “I’m never going to get bored with you, am I?”

“I hope not.”

Turning in his arms, she smiled up at him.

“You’re not running?”

“I’m not. It would seem I’m a lot stronger than I thought I was,” she said. Going to her tiptoes, she pressed a kiss to his lips. “Take me to bed, Saint.”