RECKLESS AND WILD: MOTORCYCLE CLUB ROMANCE BOX SET (18 page)

Crow led the way into the bedroom and Pete picked me up by my waist, the gun still pointed at my head as he pulled me into the bedroom and dropped me on the bed.

My gaze met Crow's and I motioned with my eyes to the top drawer of my bedside table, hoping he would get the message. With a barely discernible nod of his head, my hopes lifted.

“Sit down,” Pete instructed Crow, his gun pointing at both of us as he indicated the chair directly next to my gun-holding night stand. Crow sat slowly, his eyes never leaving Pete for a second.

“Pete, come on! You can still let us go, you don't have to do this!” I pleaded, hoping some how I would get through to him and we could end this without violence.

“Fuck you, bitch.” He stood at the end of the bed, one hand pointing the gun, and the other hand unbuttoning his jeans. His cock fell out of his boxers, and he walked over to me.

“Don't you fucking move, Crow, you understand? You just sit there and watch.”

“I'm going to fucking kill you, Pete, you know that right?” Crow said, his eyes glued to the gun.

“Not if I kill you first, you fucking prick. Now open up, bitch. Suck my cock.”

Pete pulled back on my hair, my mouth opening as I cried out in pain. As soon as he shoved his cock in my mouth, I bit down as hard as I could, salty blood filling my mouth, and a savage cry filling my ears as he fell down to the ground screaming in pain, the gun falling from his hand to the ground beside him.

In seconds, Crow had retrieved my gun and was standing over Pete, the barrel of my gun pressing directly into Pete's forehead. With the tip of his boot, he kicked Pete's gun to the corner of the room, and then placed his foot squarely on Pete's chest.

“You are one stupid motherfucker, aren't you asshole?” “Should I shoot him, Liv?”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Steak. Potatoes. Beer. I was trying this dinner thing again with Crow.

It had been a harrowing few days, but after eighteen stitches and several days recovering while handcuffed to a hospital bed, Pete had spilled the beans on the DA and confessed to everything for a plea deal. He would be in jail a good, long while, but the DA would be in prison even longer. All of the charges were dropped against Mr. C and the club immediately.

I pulled up on my bike to my apartment with all the groceries in a backpack on my back, and noticed Crow waiting for me. We had sure gotten off to a dramatic and rocky start, but everything seemed to be smoothing out just fine.

When I first told Tommy of my plans, he was very disappointed. My one and only assignment on the force had shown me the truly ugly side of the law and I wanted to be on the other side. I had decided I was going to be a defense attorney. Not that there wasn't an ugly side to all of that, too, but I wanted to be there for the people who were falsely accused. Seeing the pain and turmoil that the club had gone through because of an old vendetta of some power hungry District Attorney had turned me into a fierce proponent for the truth. He was slowly coming around, and I knew in a few more days I would have his full support.

But for tonight, I was determined to forget about everything and just enjoy another night in Crow's arms. But first, steak!

“Hi,” I said as I walked up to him after getting off my bike. He grabbed my back pack and walked with me to the door.

“Hi, babe.” His kiss was warm and gentle and I smiled up at him, filled with happiness.

“I got steak. Um..again. Maybe we can actually eat it this time.” His laugh was infectious, and I gazed into his eyes, watching the crinkles form around them. He looked relaxed and happy for once. It was a welcome sight to see.

I unlocked the front door and he sat the bag on the counter as I locked it back. Before I knew it, he was on me. Turning me towards him, he pinned me against the door, his hard cock pressing against me and his hot lips kissing my neck.

“Crow...” I moaned his name, my knees weakening for desire for this man once again. This man that I couldn't get enough of. This man that had changed my life in one quick moment. This man that I wanted to spend the rest of my life trying to cook steaks for.

“Yes, baby?” His lips caught mine in a lust filled kiss, his cock hardening in my hand as I reached into his pants to grab him.

“The steaks, Crow. The steaks...”

“Liv, if you're going to be an old lady, you are just going to have to get used to this. The President gets what the President wants.” His eyes looked into mine, twinkling mischievously.

“Oh?” I said, kissing the lips I had grown to love so much. “And what does the President want right now?” “Why don't you let me show you?”

Bending down, he lifted me up and carried me into the bedroom, laying me on the bed, and wrapping his strong, muscled arms around me as I curled my limbs around his sculpted body. He was still wearing his cut, and the smell of leather was like an aphrodisiac for me. My head fell back onto my pillow, my body splayed out below him, ready and eagerly waiting for whatever he had to give me.

His kisses were long and soft, until finally disentangling himself from me, he stood up and began removing his clothes quickly. I watched as the cut fell to the ground, lying in a pile with his t-shirt, boxers, jeans and boots. He stood naked in front of me, his hair falling around his gorgeous face, his muscles rippling and flexing with his every movement.

“Wait.” I said as he came towards me in all his naked glory.

“Wait? Why?”

“Your cut. Put your cut back on...”

THE END

CAPTURED

By Honey Palomino

PROLOGUE

Hawk’s helmet slid off his stringy blonde hair. He hooked it onto the handlebars of his Harley and strutted into the clubhouse with the confidence of a winning thoroughbred. Clad in black leather and denim, he was all muscle and grit, a burgeoning force of masculinity that caused every head to turn his way.

Some days were good. But other days were bad.

Today was really fucking bad.

And every single member of the club knew to stay out of Hawk’s way on those days.

As he reached the bar, Two Dog Dave, his closest brother, handed him an open bottle of Jack Daniels.

“They’re waitin’ for ya, boss.” Two Dog nodded towards a long hallway. Hawk grabbed the bottle, downed a huge gulp of whiskey and thundered down the hallway.

“I’ll be out in a few hours. Don’t disturb me.” Hawk grunted.

As if Two Dog didn’t know. He’d just as soon interrupt the boss right now as shoot his own head off. Even the greenest prospect would know not to interrupt the boss during his unwinding time.

Especially on a day like today.

Hawk was a true MC president, and when it came time for the dirty part of the job, he was the first one to get his hands filthy.

A man like that needed to let off a little steam afterwards. If he didn’t - if he bottled up that energy, kept those intense feelings from escaping - it could eat a man alive. And Hawk knew that. He watched it happen time and again to men in the outlaw life. And he was determined to not let it happen to him.

Luckily, he had the perfect outlet. And plenty of resources to keep him interested.

He took another swig off the bottle and opened the door at the end of the hall. Pausing a moment to take in the scene, he poured more liquor down his throat, slammed the door closed with his black leather boot, and narrowed his intense gaze.

“Looks like you ladies got started without me.”

Desiree, Alice, and Gypsy’s nude limbs were tangled together in a hot mess on the bed in the middle of the room as they looked over at him. The girls laughed, and slowly untangling themselves, they silently rose from the bed and stood in front of Hawk.

“On your knees,” he commanded, with a nod of his head.

Swiftly they obeyed. The soft thud of their knees hitting the floor was the only sound in the room. With their eyes open wide, they stared up at him. He towered over them, his gaze raking over their smooth, perky breasts.

“Goddamn, y’all are fucking beautiful.” Hawk looked into each of the girl’s twinkling eyes, shaking his head. “This is exactly what I need.”

The three women continued to smile at him, the desire to please this gorgeous man standing above them coursing through their aching, writhing bodies. Each of them would have the privilege of fucking Hawk, the question was who would be first?

It didn’t really matter. They knew they would leave the room feeling beyond satisfied. With a man like Hawk, a man that oozed masculinity like that? There was no way you could be disappointed.

“Take out my cock.”

Like hungry wolves, the women unzipped his jeans and pulled his thick hardness into view. Without needing any further instruction, the trio of women began devouring his huge sex. Three tongues slid up and down his velvety shaft as their thick lips took turns engulfing the head of his cock, sliding him deep into the heat of their hungry mouths, one after the other.

Hawk’s hands caressed their hair, his cock thrusting deeply as they knelt before him. Their hands and lips expertly pulled and sucked on his engorged shaft. He moaned above them, pressure mounting deep inside him as the stresses of his day melted from his mind in short flashes of memory.

Violent images he wanted desperately to forget ripped through his brain as Gypsy took him completely into her mouth and Alice’s tongue caressed his balls below her.

The shiny metal of a gun, and a pool of blood flooded his mind as he remembered what he had done mere hours ago, the images relentlessly flashing in his brain. Like polaroids of his sins, he was haunted by them. If he could have done his work with his eyes closed he would have, for this very reason. He couldn’t get those polaroids out of his head. Unless he was doing this.

Fucking.

With every stroke and with every new woman quivering below him, he imagined he was burning each picture that tore through his head.

His thrusts became more forceful and with each push into Gypsy’s mouth, he tried to fuck away the memories of the all the shit he wanted desperately to forget.

It was the only thing that still worked. And
thank fucking God
it did.

Drinking stopped working long ago. And drugs only made it worse. Letting it all drift way with each orgasm was the only thing left. With every different mouth and pussy he exploded into, he could almost forget every bad thing he had ever done for the club.

Of course, it didn’t really work - not in the long run. But for a moment? In that moment of release, when the pleasure coursing through his cock became the only thing in the universe that mattered? Then and only then could he forget. It was a brief moment of relief, but it was better than none at all.

Alice’s mouth was even hotter than Gypsy’s and her tongue swirled around his long cock as Hawk fucked his cock into her open mouth.

She engulfed him, sucking and stroking his swelling cock as he groaned loudly and stiffened above her. He shuddered violently as he thrust deeply into her throat, his explosion warm and smooth.

Tension melted away from Hawk’s body, his shoulders lowered and his breath deepened with each pulse of his throbbing cock.

The smell of gunpowder and blood filled his nostrils, and he shook his head frantically, trying to erase the memory. His wet cock twitched as he pulled it from Alice’s mouth.

“Need more!”

“On the bed, ladies.” He barked the instructions, his politeness having fallen away as his need to eradicate the images in his head overshadowed his gentleness.

The ladies knew. They understood perfectly. And they were happy to provide the service. In addition to the protection that being part of the MC provided, being fucked by Hawk’s perfect cock was enough to make any woman happy - it didn’t matter if it didn’t they mean anything to him.

This was the life.

And this was the price.

Hawk removed his boots, then his jeans, and then threw his leather cut onto the chair next to his bed. He pulled his t-shirt over his head, revealing the result of years of working out and lifting weights. Strength was essential for him, and his muscles rippled under smooth, tan skin. He was all man. But right now, he was just a fucking machine.

Hawk slid his wet cock into Desiree’s tight pussy forcefully, roughly thrusting her petite body into the soft mattress below her. He hammered into her, his mind and body focused on one goal, his eyes closed tightly as his hardness slammed into her over and over, the polaroids burning in his mind with each savage thrust.

Desiree whimpered below him as she submitted to his frenzied passion. Her pussy spasmed around him, her own body consumed by a constant pulsing orgasm as he slid into her harder and harder with every stroke.

Gypsy and Alice lay on either side of Desiree, watching with envy as Hawk stiffened above them, his cock exploding deep inside their friend’s bruised pussy.

The ladies watched with fascination as Hawk withdrew his still hard cock - pulsing, swollen, engorged - and amazingly, still standing at complete attention.

Hawk roughly pushed Desiree’s legs to the side, and with a quick kiss on Gypsy’s wet lips, he opened her thighs and slid inside her soft pussy with one swift movement of his hard, wet cock.

Gypsy threw her head back in ecstasy, her loud moans escaping her pretty mouth and echoing through the clubhouse as Hawk pounded into her.

Looking over at Alice, he gestured to Gypsy lying below him, impaled on his slick cock.

“Shut her up,” he growled.

Alice’s mouth engulfed Gypsy’s as Hawk fucked into her violently. His eyes wrinkled as he shut them tightly, his body working quickly and efficiently as he fucked into the gorgeous redhead below him.

Alice’s kisses only added to Gypsy’s pleasure, and she tore her lips away as she screamed loudly. Her pussy violently spasmed around Hawk’s huge cock. Her pussy milked his shaft and as he opened his eyes, watching her writhing below him in a quivering pile of feminine passion, his body shuddered as he exploded deep inside her wet pussy.

His orgasm melted away and his mind cleared. He sighed deeply as he fell onto the bed with the three women. Snuggled against him, they silently waited while he caught his breath, waiting for a sign of what Hawk wanted next.

“That was perfect,” he whispered, his mind finally cleared of the images of his day.

Alice whimpered beside him as she realized she wouldn’t be getting fucked today. Hawk laughed, caressing Alice’s shoulder and kissing her forehead.

“I’m sorry, darling. I’m sure the ladies will take good care of you. Next time, you’re first.”

Alice smiled, and put her head against Hawk’s chest as the four of them lay quietly together.

The shrill ring of Hawk’s cell phone interrupted the peaceful moment.

“Fuck!”

Gypsy jumped up and fished in Hawk’s jeans for his phone. She handed it to him and he cursed as he looked at the screen.

“Fuck! Shit!” He groaned before answering, all the tension he had worked so hard to release returning to his body in an instant.

“Yeah?” he said into the phone.

“Mi mon chou!”

“Hello, Blackie.” Hawk said grumpily into the phone. “What do you want?”

“Oh, now, is that any way to talk to me?”

“I’m in the middle of something,” Hawk replied.

“How many petite fils are in your bed tonight, darling? I know you’re busy, Hawk, but I need you. I need your help. I have a job that I can’t trust with anyone else, my love.”

“No.”

“Oui! I wouldn’t ask if I could have anyone else do it. It has to be you. I don’t trust anyone else. It’s important, Hawk. And you owe me!”

He paused, the past crawling back through his brain like a slithering snake that he couldn’t shake. His dad’s voice rumbled in his head, and he filled with rage at his inability to say no.

“Fine, dammit!” Hawk’s golden-green eyes flashed with anger as he relented to the woman on the phone.

“Merci! Come to my house tomorrow at three o’clock. You’re the best, mon chou! Qu'est-ce que je ferais sans toi?”

“What would you do without me? That’s a good question.”

“Now, now! You know you love me. I’ll see you tomorrow. A tout a l’heure!”

Hawk threw the phone across the floor, the glass shattering in the silence of the room.

“Fuck!”

Hawk lay there a short moment, before groaning and turning over to plow his still hard cock deep inside Alice’s pussy.

“We gotta start over,” he said, as thrust into her savagely.

CHAPTER ONE

“
I'm sorry, your card's been declined, ma'am.
”

“
What? Obviously, there's been a mistake. Run it again.
”

I waited as the woman behind the make-up counter at Neiman Marcus
ran my
credit card for the third time in a row. This was so embarrassing
.

“
Ma'am, I'm very sorry. It's just not going through.
”

Fuck! I had already tried my other two cards at Jimmy Choo
and Prada on Rodeo Drive earlier today and they didn't go through either.

He had finally done it. After months of threatening to cut me off, my horrid father had finally gone through with it, proving he was more of an asshole than I thought he was.

“
Just give it back.
”
I snatched the card from the woman behind the counter, her perfect manicure annoying me even more than her perfectly coiffed head. Turning on my heel, I clutched my faithful canine shih tzu companion, Pearl, in my arms as I unsuccessfully attempted to control the blush that crept across my cheeks and keep my cool.

“
Your machine is obviously broken.
”
I called back over my shoulder as I walked away, pulling out my iPhone, the heels of my leather boots clacking loudly on the pristine white marble floor as I made my way across the massive gleaming store. When I spotted the ladies lounge across the way, I headed straight for it.

As soon as I entered the quiet room, I put Pearl down and hit the green button on my phone screen and held the phone up to my ear as my father answered.

“
Daddy, how could you!
”

“
I'm sorry, Vanessa. I warned you ahead of time. In fact, I gave you many, many warnings!
It
’s time for you to get a job.
”

“
That's ridiculous! I've never had a job in my life, and you can't just cut me off like that. I have to take care of Pearl, and I have bills and…things...that I need...to buy.
”
My voice trailed off, knowing it was no use.

“
I'm not changing my mind, Vanessa. You're going to have to figure something out on your own. You're a grown woman now and you can't depend on your mother and me
forever.
”