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BOOK: Outlaw Love (Motorcycle Club Erotic Romance) (Furious Sons MC Book 1)
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I struggled to find my voice. “Nice to meet you, too,” I finally managed.

 

“Why don’t you ditch this loser and let me give you a ride on my bike?”

 

He said it with a smile, but I didn’t think he was joking. I didn’t know what to say. Jack was my guy, or at least I thought he was, but something about Grim stopped me in my tracks and took my breath away.

 

Jack was handsome in a rough and manly way. He appealed to the part of me that wanted to be taken and ravaged. Grim was more refined somehow. I found them both sexy as hell.

 

I realized I needed to get out of the house more. In one night, I’d met not one but two gorgeous men that wanted me. Clearly I had been missing out on the best things in life by staying imprisoned with my piece of shit husband.

 

When I didn’t respond, Grim winked at me and turned to Jack, ignoring me for a moment. That was just fine by me. I needed time to compose myself.

 

“Why didn’t you tell me you were back in town?” Jack asked.

 

“I just got in. I couldn’t miss the twentieth celebration.”

 

“Is it safe for you to be back?”

 

Grim shrugged. “I doubt it, but who gives a fuck. I’m tired of running.”

 

“What are you running from?” I asked.

 

The words were out of my mouth before I realized I was going to speak them. The two men turned to look at me, surprised.

 

Grim spoke first. “There was a little, uh, misunderstanding with one of the other clubs.”

 

Jack shook his head. “Misunderstanding. If the Blood Riders find you, you’re a dead man.”

 

“Not if I find them first. Besides, I already felt like a dead man, being away from my brothers. Now I need a drink and a woman.”

 

He looked hard at me when he said “woman.” I felt a shivering thrill at the smoldering intensity of that look.

 

 

 

Chapter 7

 

The rest of the party went by in an alcohol fueled blur.

 

Jack and Grim drank like it was their last night on earth, and they insisted that I keep up with them. They entertained me with stories from their past. Lots of hell raising and shady activity.

 

The whole thing was intense. They lived a life that was so different than my own. I felt like I was on another planet.

 

None of society’s rules applied to these men. They lived by their own code, and if that meant breaking the law, so be it. They were like modern day knights of the road, honorable and fierce. I found their very presence intoxicating.

 

Both of these men could be the star of any woman’s fantasies. I noticed each of them shooting me meaningful glances as they told their stories. Those glances silently promised profoundly erotic things to come.

 

So when Grim took me by the hand and led me to the dance floor, I went with him happily.

 

The evening had been winding down, and the music had turned slow and sad. Grim wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in close to him. Our bodies swayed together to the music.

 

I lost myself against his masculine chest. It reminded me of earlier in the evening when I had danced with Jack in that shitty bar. I felt a heat bloom within me at the thought of how that dance had ended up with me and Jack fucking in the bathroom. I wouldn’t have minded if this dance ended up that way, too.

 

“So how’d a beautiful woman like you end up with a guy like Red?” Grim asked.

 

“Red?” I asked. “Oh, you mean, Jack.”

 

Grim made a face. “Ugh, no one calls him that. It sounds so weird.”

 

“Right, you boys like your silly little nicknames.”

 

Grim stiffened against me, and not in the good way. “They aren’t silly little nicknames. They’re our road names. We earned these names through loyalty and blood.”

 

“Blood? What, like you killed someone?”

 

“Not necessarily. We protect the club and each other, no matter what the cost. That’s the loyalty. And sometimes being loyal means spilling blood. Sometimes it’s other people’s blood. Sometimes it’s our own.”

 

“That’s intense,” I said, trying to imagine a life like that.

 

It was so different than the life I’d run away from. There was something attractive about the idea of that kind of loyalty. There was a kind of honor to it that didn’t seem to exist in the rest of the world.

 

“So you’ve never killed anyone?” I asked.

 

Grim looked away from me and shrugged. My heart skipped a beat. I couldn’t believe I was dancing with a man who had killed someone. A thought occurred to me.

 

“Has Red killed anyone?”

 

Grim shrugged again. “Stop avoiding my question. How’d you end up with Red?”

 

“We met earlier tonight. He made me laugh. He made me feel good. So here we are.”

 

“So you don’t know him very well?”

 

“I mean, I guess not.”

 

“Do you love him?”

 

My eyes widened in surprise. “What? Of course not. We just met.”

 

“But you like him?” Grim asked.

 

“I do, but why the hell do you care so much?”

 

“Look, just be careful with him,” Grim said.

 

“What does that mean?”

 

“Nothing,” Grim said. “Just watch yourself. He’s dangerous.”

 

“And you’re not?” I asked.

 

He grinned. I liked the way he looked when he smiled. There was something daring and reckless about that smile. Maybe it was the alcohol in me or just raging hormones, but I found myself enchanted by him.

 

“You’re damn right I’m dangerous,” he said. “Only I don’t keep it a secret. Maybe you and I can get out of here and I can show you just how dangerous I can be.”

 

“Is that so?”

 

“I’ll show you the best night of your life.”

 

“I thought you and Red were best friends.”

 

“We are.”

 

“So then isn’t trying to steal his girl a shitty thing to do?”

 

“Are you his girl?” he asked. “The last time I checked, Red wasn’t interested in relationships anymore.”

 

I frowned. “I don’t know. I mean, we just met, although I kind of assumed…”

 

“Let’s find out,” Grim said.

 

He slipped his arm around my shoulder and walked me from the dance floor towards Red, who stood watching us approach with a neutral expression on his face. I supposed I should start thinking of him as Red if that’s what he preferred to be called.

 

Strangely enough, I liked the way Grim’s arm felt around me as we walked. My body lit up when it was pressed against him. He was lean where Red was thick, and he moved with an easy, almost sensual grace. I could only imagine what he was like in bed.

 

I shook my head. What the hell had come over me? How did I go from a desperately lonely wife to a sex fiend in one night?

 

The answer was simple I suppose. I had gone unfulfilled for so long. The attention of not one but two gorgeous men was overwhelming my better judgment. I had left the house to feel free and to get attention, and now that I was getting it, I couldn’t seem to get enough.

 

I had to wonder, though. Did Red think of me as his girl? I wanted him to, but maybe that was expecting too much after only knowing him for a few hours. If he didn’t think of me that way, I wanted to find out what kind of lover the dark-haired and wild Grim could be.

 

“Hey, Red,” Grim said. “You wouldn’t mind if Cassie and I head out for a little quality time?”

 

Red looked from Grim to me. I wanted to say something, but the words wouldn’t come.

 

“Come on, Red,” Grim said. “Just like old times, eh? You can meet up with us in a bit.”

 

I wasn’t sure what he meant by that. I looked at Red to see how he would react.

 

“Cassie, are you okay with this?” he asked.

 

“Are you?” I shot back, angry that he didn’t immediately say no.

 

“Do whatever you want,” he said. “Have fun.”

 

Well, that answered that question. I guess he didn’t want me for his own. A feeling of disappointment surged through me. It shouldn’t matter. I shouldn’t care. So then why did I feel so rejected?

 

Grim tightened his arm around me and led me outside.

 

 

Chapter 8

 

Grim took me to one of the squat square buildings. Inside was a simply furnished room with a bed, a couch, and a bathroom off to the side.

 

It was lit only by the bright moonlight streaming in from the window. The door was barely closed behind us when he grabbed me and kissed me. My brain was racing from the alcohol and the intensity of his presence.

 

If Red didn’t want me, then I was all Grim’s.

 

His hands slid maddeningly over my breasts, caressing them with his expert fingers. I reached out and rubbed his cock through his leather pants. Blood rushed to fill it and it grew to an enormous size in my grip.

 

He grabbed the collar of my dress in his fists and ripped it open. My breasts spilled out in the moonlight. He took one of my erect nipples in his mouth and sucked on it.

 

I undid his pants and pulled his throbbing cock out. It felt like a living thing in my hand. I stroked up and down it, coaxing it to its full hardness. He pressed his cock against me. I could feel the head of it pressing against my hard clit through my dress.

 

Suddenly, he picked me up and threw me onto the bed. I bounced on my back, feeling my breasts shake and my dress ride up to reveal my already drenched pussy.

 

His dark eyes glimmered in the darkness as they drank in the sight of my slit and my bare tits. I slipped the dress all the way down my hips. Then, while he watched, I sucked on one of my fingers and pushed it deep into my pussy.

 

I moaned loudly as I fingered myself. He stroked his cock in anticipation, enjoying the show.

 

Then, as if he couldn’t take it any longer, he rushed forward and grabbed me by my ankles. He lifted my legs in the air and placed his cock at the entrance to my soaking little hole.

 

Then he plunged inside me. I had thought Red was big, but Grim was bigger. His cock was thick and strong and it pumped inside my hungry pussy with a steady, pounding rhythm.

 

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he said through panting breaths.

 

He planted his hands on either side of me to get better leverage. I gripped his wrists as I bucked underneath him.

 

“Fill me up,” I cried. “Fill me up with your cock.”

 

“Fuck, keep talking dirty,” he said, increasing the tempo of his strokes.

 

“I love it when you fuck my dripping pussy.”

 

“Goddamn, where’d you learn to talk like that?”

 

“I learned it when Red fucked me earlier.”

 

He paused for a second and looked at me. “You’re not kidding, are you?”

 

“No, and you better not stop fucking me or I’ll go find Red so he can finish the job.”

 

The taunt seemed to work. Grim shut his eyes and redoubled his efforts.

 

His enormous shaft hammered into me. My back arched, pushing my breasts out in front of me. His tongue found my tender nipple, driving me wild. My breath came in short gasps, punctuated by cries of ecstasy.

 

All of it was too much to hold back any longer. I dug my fingernails into his arms as my body twisted and writhed beneath him. My whole body tightened up and my orgasm swept over me like a tidal wave. My pussy gushed around him and I let out a moaning sound that I had never made before.

 

As I came back to my senses, I heard someone clapping from across the room. My eyes flew open and I saw Red standing there watching us.

 

I shrank away in shame, pulling away from Grim and hopping off the opposite side of the bed. Red took three quick steps across the room and grabbed my arm.

 

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

 

“Relax,” Red said. “I’m just here to join the party.”

 

I didn’t understand what he meant at first, then he kissed me fiercely and slipped a thick finger into my dripping pussy. Grim came up behind me, now fully naked. I felt his hard cock press against my ass and his hands reached around me to pinch my breasts.

 

I had never been with two men at once. Being worked from both sides by two gorgeous bikers was the most intensely erotic moment of my entire life. Even though I had just come, the heat of passion was raging inside me again like an inferno.

BOOK: Outlaw Love (Motorcycle Club Erotic Romance) (Furious Sons MC Book 1)
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