ROMANCE: MC BIKER ROMANCE: Hooked (MC Biker Pregnancy Romance)(Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance) (Contemporary Military Romantic Suspense Thriller) (54 page)

Chapter 7

Eva

I couldn’t believe what he said, but I heard the pops as we were leaving. It was clear that he had meant what he had said and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. I got on the back of his bike, there was nothing else to do and he took me back to the bar we had been at before. I didn’t know if I needed to lie down or if I needed a drink.

“What are we doing here Caspien? I don’t think I really feel like going out right now.”

“I thought you were okay.”

“I am, but those people. Don’t you feel anything?”

“Of course, but I lost one of my own today. Everyone lost today.”

“But you didn’t have to kill them Cass.”

I was still on the bike, not sure if I wanted to go there with him or run. He was back to the mad man that I had seen the first time. His eyes were cold and even as he looked at me, they only slightly lightened up. “No, I didn’t. But I need to keep you, my family, everyone safe and with those guys running around the city shooting my people, no one was safe until they were all gone.”

“What do you mean by all?”

I put my hand up to stop him from telling me. If I knew nothing else, I knew that I really didn’t want to know. “Never mind.”

“I did it for you. They shouldn’t have touched you.”

I nodded, but still didn’t know what to say. I guess I should have been happy that he saved me and I was. Caspien had no doubt saved my life and for that I would always be grateful, but there was more to it than that. I had never been around such violence and it scared me. Caspien was danger embodied and though I felt safe, he still made me a little fearful. Why had he done so much to keep me safe?

“Boris told me that you must not have got in my pants yet or you would have disappeared.”

He shook his head and smiled. “Yeah, that is the way it has always been.”

“So why is it different now?”

“I told you why. Because you are my soulmate and it has taken me this long to find you. I don’t want to lose you now that I have found you.”

He moved towards me as I got off the bike. It was easier to change back to the walking after that ride, but I was still trying to figure it all out in my mind. What had happened, what had been done in my name, all of it was too much and I decided that I did need a drink after all.

“Why don’t we go in and if you need to lay down, I have a bedroom above the bar.”

Of course he did, I thought to myself. He would be the kind of man that had a bar and rooms over it. After a few drinks, I was thankful for that room and the nice big bed that was up there. He didn’t stay with me long and I wasn’t sure if it was because he had things to do or he was trying to give me space, either way, I had learned not to ask such questions because I doubted I would like the answer that I was given.

It didn’t take long for me to go to sleep. I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened and the sound of the gunshot that had ended the life of someone I had talked to only moments before. Even after several drinks, it was hard to make it make sense in my head. When I finally fell asleep, I was alone in the dark room, listening to the people down below and I wished that Caspien was there. I didn’t wish that it had never happened or that I would be anywhere but there, I just wished that I could see Cass and feel his arms around me. I needed to be comforted and told that everything was going to be okay and he was the only one that I believed when he said it.

Several hours later he slid into bed and though my mind was unaware, my body was not. As soon as his body was next to me, I turned towards him and laid my head on his chest. Caspien pulled me in against him and I was quickly back asleep.

When I woke up later, Caspien was still asleep next to me and there was just enough light to show his face. I leaned back to look at him and he looked different then. It was so much different when he was looking at me with love and lust, vastly different than when he was ordering the deaths of other men. I didn’t want to think about it, but it kept coming back to my mind. Caspien had told me once that he wasn’t a boy, but a man. That I couldn’t deny. He certainly wasn’t a boy. He was a man, a dangerous man, even if he did have justification.

My fingers itched to touch his slick head and I finally did ever so gently. It was strange under my fingers. His skin was so smooth it almost felt like it was wet. When he moved, I pulled my hand away like I was burnt and looked down at him.

His eyes were still closed and as I moved away, I felt his arm snake around my waist. “Where are you going?”

“Nowhere.”

“Good answer.”

He pulled me to him and I braced myself on his chest. Looking up at him, his lips moved down to mine. I was lost in the touch, forgetting for the moment what the day before had brought. It seemed strange that so much had happened in such a short amount of time, but as he pressed me against him, it felt like I had known him forever and his lips knew me as well. There was no denying the same need I had felt the last time he had touched me.

When he pulled away, my eyes were still closed and I waited for more. As he pulled me to straddle his form, I gasped slightly as I felt his need underneath me twitch as I settled on top of him. It was much different than riding with him had affected me. In this way, my hot core was pressed in against and his hips rose to make the pressure even harder to handle. I was ready, needy and his touch drove me crazy. My eyes held his as I moved my hips around slowly, my hands gripping his shoulders. He tried to pull me down to his lips, but I resisted. “We shouldn’t do this Caspien. We hardly know each other.”

He yanked me down hard and I fell against his chest. It wasn’t what he wanted to hear and as his lips moved to my neck, I knew that his idea was to make me forget the word no. It was happening, very quickly, I was ready to forget everything if he would just continue to touch me as he was. The hips below me rising and grinding against me were rhythmic and soon I was pressing back down. I was so close, the constant rubbing on my swollen clit all I needed to start tensing up in preparation. My breath hitched in my throat and Caspien most have known.

As soon as I thought I would lose it, he stopped and left me whining. “Please don’t stop.”

Caspien did stop though, my core throbbing with unsatisfied need that was so close to the surface. I needed him to just touch me once or twice more. “Please Caspien.”

He pulled me off of him and rolled over onto me. I looked up into his blue stormy eyes and sighed as I felt his thickness pressed against me. He was still too dressed, I was still dressed and I whimpered when there was still clothing in our way. My hands moved down to his pants, trying to unbutton them while his hips moved slowly against me. After a moment, I forgot that I was trying to do something and became far more worried about the next descent of his hips and length against me. The man was driving me crazy, he had to know that.

“Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Yes, please.”

He kind of chuckled, obviously liking the answer and I was left panting underneath him as he sat back and started to pull my pants off. His hands were quick, jerking the garment off and then pressing me back down to the bed. Caspien’s hands went between our bodies and then I felt something hot and hard against me. Only my panties stood in the way of him, but he pressed in anyways like they weren’t there. When they didn’t succumb to his demanding pressure, he pulled back and then pushed my undies to the side.

When Caspien came back down over me, it was pointing and pressing before his lips met mine to cover the cry as he slammed the rest of the way in. My fingers gripped his shoulders and I closed my eyes to the pleasure. His tongue moved in my mouth as his manhood moved inside of my quim, agonizingly slow. It was the delicate touch I had heard so much about, but now I wanted that hard finish I remembered him telling me that I needed. He was right, I wanted him to take me hard and fast the way I needed it.

I tried to hint it with my hips, taking my body out of rhythm to make him go faster. When that didn’t work I asked for it and before I could breathe out, he was giving me exactly what I begged for. Everything exploded and I cried out loudly, his name on my lips as he pounded into me over and over again. My hands pushed back, but that just made him sit back and dragged me to him. He was able to move more freely, filling me full while his hand played at my engorged nub. Pressing hard, I came again. The fluid only made him go faster until I felt him explode inside of me.

“Wow.”

He was beside me when I opened my eyes and his were closed. Looking down his bare body, I finally saw all of the tattoos covering him. Each one had a reason, but a few stuck out to me. There was one over his chest where I laid my head that said ‘widow maker’. I didn’t ask what it meant, I just didn’t care. Whoever he was when he was out there didn’t matter. The way he touched me and talked to me, kept me safe, that was all that I was worried about.

“Is that all I get is a wow?”

“What do you want?”

“How about that you weren’t meant from me.”

I liked the sound of it and as I leaned in to kiss him, he pulled me on top of him. “I am starting to think that it is the other way around.”

He liked that answer and he moved me only slightly to slip back inside. Every inch was full and he felt perfect down deep, like he was meant to be there the whole time. Maybe it was that simple. It was just fate.

A Bad Boy Hockey Sports Romance

By: Carly White

High Stick

Chapter 1

“If Claus would ever stay out of the penalty box long enough to play, we might actually win one of these games.”

Jeff looked over at the blonde man sitting down in the plexi-glass box. He should have been comfortable there. It was his third time in ten minutes and if he kept pushing he would be out of the game for good. It was the last thing the Thundering Cats needed, but to Claus it didn’t matter. He caught his eyes when he looked over and Claus just kind of smiled back.

“I don’t think that he is here to play,” Jeff heard himself saying. His friend was more worried about getting some of his aggression out and could have cared less that there were recruiters in the stands. He was already set to go to a major NHL team. All the fighting just got him more publicity for when he left college. It was clear to everyone that Claus Mathers just couldn’t be bothered.

He cemented the idea in everyone’s head when he got out and immediately punched one of the opposing parties. Jeff sighed to himself and watched the best player get kicked off the ice. It was what he wanted and though they had been friends for years, Jeff had no idea what was going through Claus’ mind anymore. All he knew was that Claus was on a mission to screw it all up. Even though there were talks with a team, no one wanted a trouble maker and that was exactly what his friend had become. Jeff just didn’t know why, what had happened.

When he tried to catch up with him in the locker rooms, Claus was already dressed and about to leave when the rest of the team started to file in. He got a few dirty looks from his teammates, but not enough for him to say anything to them. Claus just didn’t care and though he had a couple months to his last semester, he just couldn’t be bothered to care anymore.

“What happened, Claus?”

“Just didn’t want to play. Coach told me I had to, so that is what he got.”

Claus just walked past and met with a petite blonde that was waiting for him. He turned back to Jeff. “I told him that I had plans, but he didn’t want to listen. I did what I had to do.”

Jeff didn’t say a word. There was nothing to say and no one to say it to. He had watched his friend destroy everything going on it his life and though he wished he could stop it, he knew that it wasn’t going to be fixed overnight. Claus needed a reason to do better, but Jeff didn’t know what reason it was that he needed. All he knew was that if the team did not get Claus in the game, they would not being going that far that year. It wouldn’t just be done to spite the coach, but all of the players would lose.

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“You looked good out there Claus.”

The blonde next to him had his hands all over him. Her hands were in his lap and rubbing on his thigh. It didn’t turn him on as he figured it was supposed to. Instead Denise was just aggravating him, constantly touching him and gushing about how great he was. Claus wanted more than anything to pull over and let her out. If he couldn’t find a good use for her soon, he would do just that.

“Thanks Denise. We aren’t going to be there for another ten minutes or so. Why don’t you do something to keep your mouth occupied?”

She didn’t need more than a hint. The fact was she was looking forward to it, doing anything to feel him. Denise liked being needed and for Claus she would do anything. He leaned back to give her room, his jaw tightening as her hungry mouth did more than irritate him for once. He tried to focus on his driving, suddenly thankful that they were not as far as he had told her.

They were going to a party. It was the only time he felt like doing anything was when his blood was filled with something to make him feel better. Anything to make him forget about her.

He pulled up to the house party and put the car in park. His eyes finally closed as his hands pushed her down further. Claus just needed a moment of her devil’s tongue before he tightened and released into her mouth. She was always good to have around, her lips and tongue weapons of some type. “Alright Denise. You got it all. We are here.”

She sat up and moved to kiss him. Claus kissed her on her cheek instead, pushing her away slightly as he got out. He ignored the look of hurt on her face and the whimper in her throat. He didn’t have time to make her feel better and he didn’t care enough to do so. When they got in the sprawling old Victorian, he sent her away towards her friends with the promise that he would see her later. Claus would undoubtedly have use of her later.

Claus watched her look back once with a touch of pain in her eyes. She was too needy for him and though he had only just started messing with her, he was already bored. Denise was vapid and though he liked to have his ego stroked once and a while, it felt faked and thus didn’t mean much to him. She said what he wanted to hear and that did him no good. Claus had enough people doing that, never knowing who and what could be trusted because of it.

He saw Jeff by the refreshment table and grabbed a beer after he said hello. Jeff was pissed at his friend for throwing the game, but unlike the rest of them on the team, he would say something about it. That is why Claus liked him so much. Everyone needed checks and balances in the form of friends. There was something to be said about such honesty and it was invaluable to the man that lived such a dishonest existence.

“So that was a great game there Claus. Single handedly pissed off for the rest of us.”

Maybe Claus wasn’t ready for that much honesty. If he hadn’t just been sucked dry from the blonde, he may have been less than excited to talk to him. But Denise was good at what she did and he had no anger left in him. She had hoovered it out and he just smiled back at him.

“This can’t still be about Ashley, Claus. She was months ago.”

His jaw tightened and his brown eyes turned black. “Don’t say her name Jeff.”

Taking a drink of his beer, he walked away from Jeff and his friend was left staring at him. Claus had a tendency to not let go of things. Even if those things were driving him crazy and letting go would have been the best thing. Some things Claus just couldn’t let go of and Jeff wished that his friend could. It was going to ruin him if he let it.