Master (Chaos Bleeds Book 8) (8 page)

“Well, I’d say that we’re going to be the ones to keep it together. You, me, and us. This is what is going to be keeping it together.”

She stared down at the ring, shocked and delighted with his proposal. “I love you, Stink.”

They finished eating their food before they looked through several of the shops. Stink had eyes for no one else but her, which she found to be a heady combination. There were some scantily clad women trying to get his attention, but he didn’t give them the time of day.

The time away from the hospital was a delight. In the past three days Sandy had loved and hated her job as a doctor. Seeing Sophia’s health returning, Sally’s depression, followed by Sasha’s stillness, it had slowly started to tear her apart.

If Stink hadn’t taken her away from it all—she really didn’t know what she’d have done if it wasn’t for him. He completed her. In the early years of spending time with him, she didn’t really think much of him.

Stink was very silent. He spent most of his time watching rather than doing anything else, which was a strange combination to have. The club adored him as did she. She couldn’t imagine a life without him. He’d slowly gotten underneath her skin, and forced her to look at him.

After she bought some fresh clothes to replace the ones that had been damaged in the gun attack, they were back on his bike heading toward his home.

He lived thirty minutes from the clubhouse, close to Lash and Angel, Tiny and Eva. It was his own space, a three-bedroom house with a backyard that also had a pool. Stink enjoyed life’s luxuries, which was another surprise about him. She thought he’d be a slob at home. It hadn’t been the case. Also with his lack of smell, she could enjoy smelly cheeses, garlic, and every kind of food delight imaginable. He never complained.

That is because he loves you.

She climbed off his bike first, pulling the helmet off her head, and taking a deep breath. “I really hate wearing a helmet. Can’t you get me to wear something else?”

“We kill Andrew, you get to ride without a helmet.”

“Do you really think that is possible?”

“To kill him?” Stink asked.

“Yeah, he’s been pretty invincible.”

“He’s a guy, not some devil in disguise. We’ll find him. Whizz just needs to do his thing.”

“It’s hard for him to do when he’s worrying about his kid,” Sandy said.

“Once again we’re talking about stuff that I don’t want you to worry about.” He entered their home, stopping her to kiss her head. “Stop worrying.”

“Doesn’t it concern you that he was able to take two women? Paris and Celia.”

“First, we’ve got Celia back. Second, we’re going to take Paris back. Third, no one was watching them. They were an easy target. We’re not going to let that happen.”

“Just once I think I’d like a life without drama, without worrying if I’m going to get my face blown off, or if I’m going to watch my friends get blown apart.” He cupped her face and pressed a kiss to her lips.

Sandy loved the feel of his lips against hers. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pushed him back just a little, kicking the door closed as she did. Her pussy grew slick, and need took over.

For a long time she had been holding back these feelings for him, but she didn’t want to hold back anymore.

“Sandy?”

“I want you to fuck me, Stink.”

“What? Not now!”

She stepped back and tugged her shirt from her scrubs. “Now.” Wriggling out of her bottoms, she stood before him in a lace bra and panties, desperate for his touch. Stepping up to him, she ran her hands beneath his jacket, against his chest. “Please. I want you.”

He stroked his thumb across her cheek.

“Are you sure about this?”

“This is what I’m sure about. You, us, this, it’s what I want.” Leaving one hand against his heart, she glided the other one down, cupping his cock. He was rock hard, and she smiled. “You can’t tell me you don’t want me.”

Suddenly, he turned her so that her back was against the wall. “I never said I didn’t want you. I’ve done everything in my power to make you feel comfortable with me.”

“I do, and now it’s time for you to take what you want.” She pushed his jacket off, yanking up his shirt. “Take me. Make me yours, and only yours.”

He sank his fingers into her hair, claiming her lips in a kiss so searing, Sandy knew she’d never be the same again. The whole of his touch, the feel of him against her was only serving to drive her crazy. Nothing else could do.

Tugging at his belt, she unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them down as he tore her bra and panties from her body. “I’ll buy you some more of them.”

Sinking to her knees, she took his jeans down to the floor, waiting as he kicked out of his shoes, and pushed everything aside. Taking his cock out of his boxer briefs, she covered the tip with her mouth, enjoying the taste of his pre-cum as it covered her tongue. Swallowing it down, she licked down the large vein that pulsed at the side.

“Fuck, baby, your mouth is like fucking heaven,” he said.

He ran his fingers through her hair, and Sandy glanced up his body, watching as he stared right back at her.

“I have dreamed of this moment, of your beautiful lips wrapped around my dick.”

“Is it as good as you thought it would be?” she asked, releasing him long enough.

“It’s better.” He groaned as she took him to the back of her mouth, swallowing him down. Stink was certainly blessed with a nice fat cock. For the first time in ages, Sandy wanted to fuck. She wanted to be naked, and have hot, sweaty, no holds barred sex.

He wrapped her hair around his fist, holding onto her head as he started to slowly thrust into her mouth.

Keeping her gaze on him, she took as much of him as she could, fighting past the gag reflex. Sliding a hand between her thighs, she started to play with her pussy. Her cream made it easy for her to slide between the moist folds, teasing her clit.

“You’re touching your little cunt, aren’t you, baby?”

She hummed her answer, watching as he gritted his teeth.

“You’re going to be the death of me.”

Pulling off his cock, she flicked the tip, and smiled at him. “It would be one hell of a way to go.”

Stink stepped away from her, and she couldn’t help but pout. He rid himself of the boxer briefs, and sank to the floor. Sandy released a little squeal as he opened her thighs. His hand slapped hers away.

“If anyone is going to be playing with this pussy, it’s going to be me.” His fingers stroked between her cunt, and he groaned. “So you like to keep it nice and bare.”

“I don’t like anything to get in the way.” She always waxed between her thighs.

“Lie back, baby. I’m about to make you feel a whole lot better.”

Sandy lay back, opening her thighs. She reached down and spread the lips of her pussy. “Does this make it easier for you?”

“Oh, fuck,” he said. Two fingers slid inside her, and she moaned.

“Feels so good. I wish it was your dick.”

“Baby, you’re going to get my dick. No need to worry about that. I’m going to give it all to you.”

He leaned down, and Sandy cried out as his tongue slid across her clit. Stink sucked her nub hard, using his teeth to create that bite of pain she loved so much. It had been a couple of years since she’d been with a man, and a lot longer since she had one go down on her. Stink’s tongue was utterly wicked, and he took her over.

He flicked over her clit, moving down to fuck inside her. Each time his tongue fucked inside her, he removed his fingers.

“You’re so damn wet. Have you been torturing us both with this wait?”

“Please, Stink, fuck me already. I can’t take much more.”

“You’re going to take more, and fucking love it.”

Stink more than made up for lost time as he brought her to a screaming orgasm with the use of his tongue. He didn’t stop there. Stink wouldn’t let it be over, and he flipped her onto her knees, drawing his fingers up against her asshole.

He used the lubrication from her pussy to get her ass nice and ready. As he slid his fingers inside her ass, Sandy gasped at the sudden invasion. Stink had two fingers, working in her ass, stretching her out. With his other hand, he continued to finger her pussy, teasing her clit.

“I want another orgasm out of you, Sandy, before I take this to the bedroom. You’re going to give me what I want.”

When had Stink become so dominant? He was like a whole other man, one she hadn’t seen before. He had her on her knees, vulnerable to him.

“Do you want me, baby?”

“Yes.”

“You want my cock in your pretty little cunt?”

“Yes.” She screamed the word, needing him desperately. Throughout the whole of her life she’d never been this excited, nor this full.

Stink teased her ass, her clit, and her pussy. The fingers on her clit would move down and fuck inside her. He matched the pace of the fingers inside her ass.

“If you want my cock, sweet Sandy, you’re going to have to give me another orgasm. I want to hear you scream my name, and only when you have, will I give you what you want.”

Chapter Seven

Sandy’s tight pussy was like a fucking glove as it squeezed his fingers. Stink wished he could smell her heady fragrance. The scent he wanted wasn’t the divine smell of food. No, it was the scent of her pussy he wanted more than anything.

“Oh, God, it feels so good.”

“That’s not God, baby, that’s all me. I’m giving it to you, no one else.” He started to finger-fuck her ass. Stink had never known a woman to be so aroused. Sandy’s pussy was fucking dripping, and his instincts had been completely right about her. She wanted a man who took charge, who didn’t take shit. Pushing three fingers inside her weeping pussy, he used his thumb to press against her swollen clit. “You want to be fucked so bad, don’t you, baby?”

“Yes, I want you. I need you.”

“You’re going to get me, baby, and when you’ve had me, there’s not going to be any other man for you. Once I put that ring on your finger, you belong to me.”

“Yes, yes, please,” Sandy said, begging.

“I could get used to you begging me. Your sweet sounds echoing around the room as I fuck you.”

He relentlessly stroked over her clit, feeling her cunt tighten around his fingers. A second orgasm started to build, and his cock felt like it was about to explode.

“Oh fuck, Stink!” She yelled his name as she splintered apart. Pulling out of her pussy, he kept his fingers on her clit, and aligned his cock to her pussy. He was so hard, he didn’t even need to feed his cock inside her cunt. Stink had opened her up and got her wet enough that he only needed to fuck within her.

The heat of her surrounded him, and mid-orgasm, her muscles tightened around him harder than anything he’d ever felt.

Cursing, he kept fucking her ass with his fingers, knowing by the end of the day he was going to claim her ass all to himself.

He slammed inside her, going to the hilt.

Only when she couldn’t take it anymore, did he released her clit and grip her hip. Pounding inside her, he gave her it all, and didn’t wait for her to beg for more. There, in the entrance hall of their house, he fucked her hard, giving her all of him.

She pushed back against him, taking more of him.

“I’m not going to last, baby. Years of using my hand was nowhere near good enough, and I want your pretty pussy.” He hadn’t put on a condom, nor was Sandy protected. Stink had been so impatient to get inside her, he hadn’t thought about protection.

Fucking her harder, he gritted his teeth, and within minutes of the first thrust he was coming hard and deep. In the last second, he pulled out, and beat his cum onto the curve of her butt and base of her back, his seed running across in thick, copious streams. Sweat dripped from him, and the pleasure was so intense it made him lightheaded. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

He panted, eased back, and released her ass.

Sandy knelt up, and he banded an arm around her waist, kissing her shoulder. She rested her head against his chest. The cum he’d just decorated her back with was now pressed against his pelvis as she rested against him.

“That was amazing,” she said.

“Good.”

“No, I mean it. It was better than I imagined.”

“Ah, so you admit that you’ve imagined me, babe.” He kissed her shoulder again, chuckling as feeling started to return to all of his limbs.

“You know I’ve thought about you. I’ve done nothing else but think of you. And you know what?”

“What?” he asked.

“Now that I know how good you are, you’ve got no excuse. That performance I expect every time.”

Stink chuckled. “Sandy, that performance was nowhere near my best.”

“It wasn’t?”

“Nope. That was the past couple of years of beating off into my hand.”

“No. You had to have been with someone, anyone.”

“Who would I fuck? Who would I want to fuck? I told you, for a long time it has always been you. I haven’t been with another woman. Here is your competition.” He held his hand up, and she gasped, turning to stare at him.

“Really?”

“Baby, I’m not a liar, and I wouldn’t dream of starting now. What I said is the truth, all of it. You, me, this, it was going to happen.” He leaned in kissing her.

“I think we need to take a shower. We smell like sex.”

He sighed. “It’s a smell I’m never going to know.”

Sandy laughed, really laughed. She stood up and held her hand out.

“I’ve got your cream over my fingers.”

“So? It came from me. Besides, I’m a doctor. I hate to say it, but I’ve had a great deal worse.”

This time, he laughed. Taking hold of her hand, he got to his feet, banded his arms around her as he followed her upstairs toward the bathroom. Pinching her butt, he loved the way she giggled as he did. The sounds she made were absolutely magic, and he wanted to keep her like that for the rest of their lives.

Wrapping an arm around her waist, he hauled her up, and dumped her in the shower, following her in, and locking the door.

“What are you doing? Stink, what?” She released a squeal as he turned on the water, spraying the two of them with cold.

Laughing, he held her tight against his body even as she fought to get away.

“You mean bastard!”

Reaching out for the soap, he rubbed his hands in it, dropping it to the floor before he placed his hands all over her body.

She continued to fight him, but he was just as determined to have her coming apart in his arms.

“Stink, stop.”

“Sh, the water is warming up now. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

They were both laughing, and Sandy sank into his arms. “I want you again.” She reached her arm behind his neck, turning a little so that he could claim her lush lips. “Just out of curiosity, have you imagined me in the shower?”

“Sandy, I’ve imagined you every single way that I can get you. It doesn’t stop for me.” Washing his hand of the soap, he slipped his fingers between her thighs. “What about you? Have you imagined me?”

“I’ve touched myself plenty of times, and imagined it was you.” She started to thrust her hips onto his hand. He finger-fucked her several times before drawing them up, and teasing over her swollen clit.

Pressing her against the wall, he watched as she placed her hand against the wall, the glint from the diamond engagement ring, catching his eye. Soon, she was going to belong to him. It turned him on even more. Sandy belonged to him.

“I love you,” he said, biting her shoulder.

“I love you, too.”

He kept teasing her pussy even as his cock demanded attention. Focusing on her, he felt how wet she grew. Her body responded to each touch, each flick, driving him crazy for more of her.

She let go of the wall and reached around to grab his cock. “I don’t think it’s fair that you get to play, and I don’t.”

“Baby, my dick belongs to you, always. Take it whenever you fucking want it.” He growled the words against her ear. Pinching her clit, he roughly fucked into her, once again using his thumb.

“If that’s the case, I want your cum, Stink.” She was out of his arms in a flash and stood before him. Her hand gripped his cock, and in the next second her mouth had covered the tip.

“Fuck!”

“You say that a lot.” She released him long enough to speak before taking him back into her mouth. Sandy didn’t hold back. She took what she wanted, and he fucking loved it.

This time, he held onto the wall for safety as Sandy tortured him with the pleasure of her mouth. She sucked the tip, sliding her tongue down the vein along the side, going further down to suck one of his balls into her mouth, then coming back up to take his cock.

With the hand not wrapped around his dick, she cupped his balls, playing with them.

He moaned as she scored her teeth down the whole length.

Stink watched her pink lips spread wide, forced to take all of his length, relishing the feel. In and out, he thrust, feeling her throat working to swallow him down. Every time he beat off didn’t even begin to compare to this moment with her. Every single moment was by far better than anything he ever imagined, and he’d done a lot of that while waiting for her to be ready.

“You want to swallow my spunk, baby?”

She hummed her answer.

“You’ve kept me waiting a long time for this.”

Her hands moved to his ass, sinking her nails into the flesh. “Do you think I should let you have it?”

She nodded, moaning as he fucked her mouth.

Stink wasn’t going to last much longer. Thrusting into her mouth, he watched her take him. There was no way he could look away, even if he wanted to.

“Are you ready?”

Another hum.

“Good, because this is all for you.” He groaned out as the first wave of his orgasm spilled out, landing in her mouth. Her mouth worked, swallowing him down. The sight was fucking beautiful.

Sandy milked him of every single drop until he had no choice but to pull out of her precious mouth. Turning the shower off, he picked her up, carrying her through to his bedroom.

“Stink, what’s going on?”

He didn’t answer her. Dumping her on the bed, he followed her down, spreading her legs and settling between them. Opening the lips of her bare sex, he swiped his tongue from the entrance of her cunt all the way to her clit. Circling the swollen bud, he repeated the same action, over and over again. She cried out his name, thrusting her pussy onto his face. He really wished he could smell her. Instead, he had to relish in the subtle tastes he got from her pussy, and bask in it.

“Fuck, Stink, yeah, just like that … oh, so good.”

Listening to her pleasure was a heady thing. Sucking her clit hard, he used his fingers to drive inside her.

Her pussy quivered, squeezing his digits, and he loved it.

“Oh, God … too soon…”

She came screaming his name, filling the air with her sounds. He loved every second of it, and he didn’t stop until she reached a second orgasm, and collapsed on the bed, begging some more.

Crawling up the bed, he licked his lips.

“Where the fuck have you been hiding?” she asked.

He chuckled. “Sandy, baby, I’ve been right here. You just haven’t seen it.”

“Well, now, you better be prepared to be owned. I’m not letting you, or your magical tongue get away. Not now, not ever.”

“It’s about fucking time.”

****

Sandy stared at the ceiling, and she was in heaven. They hadn’t gone back to the clubhouse, and had spent all afternoon fucking. Stink had gone down to the kitchen to make them both something to eat. Her pussy was sore, as was her ass. He hadn’t fucked her there yet, but it was only a matter of time before he did. She wanted it. Sandy wanted it all with Stink, and staring up at the ceiling, she could only question herself. What the fuck had she been doing with her life? Being with Stink, she couldn’t think of any reason as to why she’d kept him at arms’ length. She’d never been particularly good with relationships, and it wasn’t something she actually thought she was good at, far from it. Still, it was her own cowardice that kept her away. She saw that now. Her parents had such a loving relationship, and she saw firsthand what happened when you tore two lovers apart. She never wanted to be controlled by someone else. The MC life was so fragile and dangerous, and she didn’t want to risk it. Now, she saw the risks, and she wanted to revel in the time she had with Stink. To live a life of no regrets.

He’d been there for her, offering her love and comfort for a long time, but she’d never taken him up on his offer. Why?

She didn’t know.

There was no answer for her as to why she would do what she did. She was a complete and total idiot.

Holding her hand up, she stared at the simple yet beautiful engagement ring. She never thought she’d get married to any of the bikers she fucked. Marriage was supposed to never happen for her, or be with a guy that was a fellow doctor. A boring marriage where she didn’t have to worry about a thing.

Stink is better than any other man.

He was sweet, charming, loving, loyal, a hard ass—everything that she could think of when it came to Stink, only made her love him more. Her lips tingled from his passionate kisses. Her whole body was on fire with the memory of him.

“You’re not having second thoughts are you?” Stink asked.

She sat up, watching as he came into the bedroom. He held a large tray, and her stomach growled.

“I should have stopped fucking you earlier to feed you.”

“If you had, I wouldn’t be talking to you,” she said, teasing him.

“Come on then, second thoughts?”

“None. I don’t have any second thoughts. I’m wondering why I waited so long for you.” She reached over the tray, and cupped his cheek. “Why did I wait?”

“I was always curious about that myself. Let me know what you come up with.”

“For a doctor, I’m stupid.”

Stink shook his head. “You weren’t ready.”

“Why didn’t you make me?”