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  “Tuck, please, be with me.” She didn’t elaborate, and by the look on his face he was more than ready to give her that demand.

  He leaned down and kissed her suddenly, forced his tongue in her mouth, and made her taste herself on his tongue. The kiss grew more scorching as the seconds passed. She smelled herself on him, tasted her arousal on his mouth. It was a heady, musky but sweet scent that seemed to make what they were doing even more erotic, more arousing.

  He broke the kiss and looked down at her, seeming to search her face with his gaze. He cupped her cheek. “I won’t be able to stop from claiming you as mine, Jana. I’ll never be able to give you up.” His voice never wavered, and the stoic, controlled expression stayed on his face. But he also looked, sounded, so sincere.

  “Good, because I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

  ****

  Jana was sweet and soft, so trusting of him, that Tuck couldn’t help but fall even harder for her. Nothing frightened Tuck, not the violence that surrounded him, or the blood and death he had on his hands, not even where in the hell he was going after he died. But what scared the shit out of him was this woman not being by his side, and that little boy looking up to him with only hope and trust.

  The thought of anything happening to her had this rage moving through him, this need to take out anything that threatened her or Braden. But he pushed those negative thoughts out of his head. Right now was about pleasing her, and Jana was definitely his woman.

  He moved his hand between their bodies, touched her soft, wet pussy, and groaned softly. He had to grit his teeth and force himself not to slide into her warmth, to claim her hard and fast because that’s what he was used to. If anyone tried to ruin that for him he’d fuck them up beyond recognition.

  Tuck placed his hands by her head, loved that tendrils of her hair curled around his fingers, and he inhaled deeply. All he could think about was what her sweet pussy would feel like wrapped around his cock, clenching, milking him until they both got off.

  The smell of her cream, still covering his mouth and blinding all of his other senses, made it harder with each passing moment to keep himself in control. He was used to just taking it rough and hard with a willing female, because they liked it that way, too, especially the club pussies. But he wanted slow and gentle with Jana, at least for this first time.

  He leaned back again, but only enough he could look down and see her pussy. With her legs spread, he could see how swollen she was, how wet her cunt was, and it was all for him, all because of him.

  “Damn, you’re so gorgeous.” He couldn’t stop himself from kneeling between her legs again and bringing his face close to her pussy, just smelling the sweet scent of her, ingraining that into his memory. Tuck pressed his hips into the mattress, hoping to stem off his impending orgasm as he thrust against the sheets, over and over again until his balls drew up tight.

  For that one lone moment he let himself marvel in her. Her slit, so ready for him, made his whole body tighten with need. Lifting his gaze up her rounded belly, over her curvy waist, and hips that went on for miles and made his dick jerk in response, and finally lifting his gaze to her face.

  He placed his thumb on her clit, watched her expression as he added pressure, and loved that she worried her bottom lip like she was having a hard time controlling her reaction. It nearly drove him over the edge, nearly had him coming on his bed, on his sheets, like a damn teenager. Again he pressed his hips into the mattress, dry humping the bed until he couldn’t take anymore.

  “Once my cock is buried in your pussy you’ll be my woman from this point on, Jana. No other man will touch you, fucking think about touching you, because if they do I’ll cut off their balls and shove them down their throats.” Maybe he didn’t need to be so damn gruesome when he spoke to her about this, but the words just came out, his aggression toward any other man that thought they could have her not something he could stop.

  “Tuck, you’re so … brutal.” The way she said it was breathless, and he knew that there was a part of her that liked this side of him. The truth was it was that side, that angry, dangerous side of him that had been the one to go ape shit and kill those men when he found her. It was also that man that would do the same over and over again.

  “I want you as my old lady, Jana, and I know you are well aware what that means.” He stared up the length of her body, saw her nod and slowly lick her lips, and he knew this woman was his world now, and that her little boy would be under his protection from this point on.

  He moved up her body, his cock sliding over her inner thigh, and finally resting right between her pussy lips. He groaned, clenched his eyes shut as pleasure slammed into him, and loved that she was so hot and wet for him. He wanted to be able to talk all sweet and gentle with her, but the fact was he was not that type of man.

  Tuck didn’t mince or sugarcoat his words. But this was Jana, his Jana, and he’d fucking do anything for her. He’d kill for her in a heartbeat again, and have the blood of the people that hurt her covering him, and love every fucking minute of it. Protecting Jana, Braden, and his club was all Tuck had in this damn world, and he didn’t take that lightly, didn’t let anyone fuck that up. That need to be there for the people he cared about was his driving force.

  “I don’t want to be with anyone else, Tuck. I only ever want you in my life, like this.”

  “Good, because I won’t, can’t let you be with any other asshole, Jana. This is mine.” He emphasized what he meant by thrusting against her slit and letting her cream cover his cock. “I can’t stay away from you. I won’t.” He thrust against her again and again, until he heard her gasp out, felt her nails dig into his biceps, and knew she needed his cock as much as he needed inside of her.

  He wanted her happy, wanted her sated and pleasured, and he would make sure she never knew another horrible day again in her life. He’d tear anything down that tried to mess with her and her son. That was a fucking fact that he’d die making sure was followed through.

  He leaned down and brought his head closer to hers. Their lips were inches apart, so close it was maddening, and his self-control was slowly slipping with each passing second. “Everything about you drives me so crazy, Jana.” He ran his lips lightly across hers, not really kissing her. “I may not be the best man for you, may be the dirt on your fucking shoes, and you could do so much better, but baby,” he said softly and stared into her eyes, “I’ll spend the rest of my fucking life making you and Braden safe and happy.”

  Her breath hitched, and she leaned up and kissed him, erasing the space that separated their mouths.

  “I can’t help myself with you, Jana. I don’t want to help myself.” He licked at her bottom lip, and loved that she made this mewling noise. He might be on a razor’s edge with his need for her, but he knew that with her he’d always be this fiend. “Nothing helps ease the ache I have for you. Nothing, baby, and I don’t want anything to stop it. I like the pain, the ache that I have when you’re around. It makes me feel alive.”

  She trembled after he spoke, and he ran his fingers down her side, cupped a big breast in his palm, and moved his thumb over the stiff peak.

  “God, Tuck. The things you say…”

  “You’re like a drug to me, a drug I don’t want to give up, that I don’t need to get clean from. I’ll be lost without you. I know that with everything inside of me.” He pressed his mouth against hers again, kissing her hard, before moving his lips to the shell of her ear. “I want to be addicted to you, intoxicated and a drunken fool only by you … for you.” Slipping his hand between their bodies, he came in contact with her wet, smooth slit. He growled in her ear, loving that she arched into his touch. “I want to fuck you raw, baby, just have it be you and I, nothing between us, stopping this.” He breathed out hard. “I want that so damn badly.”

  “God, I want that, too.”

  He moved his mouth to the pulse point at her throat, and continued to run his finger over the opening of her pussy. “You�
��re so fucking wet for me, baby, so primed for my cock.” Adding pressure, he dipped his finger inside of her. “I bet this slick little pussy will be the tightest I’ve ever felt, and will milk my dick until I fill you with my cum.” God, he was a filthy fucking bastard, unable to control even his words. He slipped another digit into her body, and then another until he was thrusting three fingers in her. “Damn, my whole hand is drenched.”

  She gasped when he twisted his fingers inside of her. “Just fuck me already, Tuck.”

  He thrust his fingers deep within her, moved them faster, harder, and the sound of her flesh sucking at him seemed to fill the room. “Damn, baby, no more torture.”

  She gripped onto his shoulders tighter, her nails digging into his flesh even harder. Tuck brought his thumb to her clit, and strummed it back and forth, faster and harder while he had his fingers still in her body.

  “Are you ready for me, for my cock?” he whispered against her ear. “Are you ready to have me claiming you as my woman?” he growled. Yes, she was already his. His was just emphasizing his point.

  “Yes, I want all of you, Tuck.”

  His mouth was by her ear, his hand on her breast, and his fingers deep in her cunt. His body was primed for her, just as hers was for him. “I’m a selfish bastard when it concerns you, Jana. You’re only mine.”

  She turned her face toward his, and he claimed her mouth. He moved his tongue between her lips at the same time he reached between them and grabbed his cock, placing it at the entrance of her body.

  “Please, Tuck. God, please…”

  He cut off her words by slowly sinking into her in a swift, yet smooth move. Tuck wanted to slam into her tight, wet, and hot body, but he needed to take her easy for this first time. They both needed it that way, and that was what mattered.

  She threw her head back, groaning and opening her mouth in pleasure. He fucking loved it, loved that he put that look of ecstasy on her face, that she was covered in sweat because of him, and panting for more. For several long, torturous moments all he did was push into her and pull out slow and easy, watching her face, gauging her reaction. His cock was covered in her cream, hard, throbbing for release.

  “More, Tuck,” she said in an almost frantic voice. She opened her eyes, bit her bottom lip, and made a low sound in her throat.

  Something snapped inside of him, a monster emerging and telling him he couldn’t go slowly anymore. He braced himself on his forearms, stared down the length of her body, at where his cock was buried in her pussy, and made this low, gruff noise, not able to help it.

  He became this madman, thrusting into her and pulling back out, faster and harder. Tuck knew she was close to getting off once more, a fact that had male pride filling him. Her pussy was so wet for him, and the sound of his skin slapping against hers reverberated in the room.

  His balls slapped her ass, and soon he was falling over the edge at the same time she was. He pumped her full of his cum, filled her with his seed so she smelled like him, was marked by him. He grabbed the sheet in his hand, tore that fucking material from his forceful actions, not able to help it, and let the pleasure fill him.

  Tuck felt the last tremor leave him, and then he pulled out of her slowly, his gaze on where his cock had just been thrust in deep. Her wetness and his cum started to slowly slip from her pussy, and the sight was hot as hell. He lay down beside her, smiling at the exhausted look on her face, and at the way she made a little mewling noise as he pulled her closer. He just wanted to hold her, and finally let himself realize that his shitty, fucked-up life had just gotten a hell of a lot better.

  Chapter Sixteen

  It was time, time for Tuck to get what he deserved from the club for going behind their backs. They were at the clubhouse in the garage, all the bikes cleared to the side, and the lights turned on in the center of the room. All the Brothers of Menace patched-in members were present: Lucien, Kink, Malice, Rook, Ruin, and Pierce. This was him getting “Straight” with them, which in other words meant he had to make amends for what he’d done, make things right. If he didn’t do this it was a sign of disrespect and he’d be booted out of the MC. The fact Lucien was giving him this option, letting him make things Straight with everyone, wasn’t something Tuck probably deserved, not after the risk he put everyone in. Hell, they were still at risk, still put on the line because M held the cards.

  The sight of the men he called brothers, of their grave faces, and the fact Tuck knew they didn’t want to do this, was something that had brotherhood and love filling him. These men would lay their life down for him, as he would do for them, but they also didn’t want to be here.

  “Ready, brother?” Lucien asked.

  Tuck nodded, removed his shirt and tossed it aside. He stretched out his muscles, knowing that this was going to hurt, but that it had to be done. It had to be made right. The other men stepped forward with Lucien leading them. Without anyone saying anything else, but the room getting tense, the air chilled, Lucien brought his fist forward. He slammed his knuckles into the side of Tuck’s mouth with enough force Tuck tasted blood. His head cocked back, saliva and blood sprayed from his mouth, and he had to stay upright by sheer force alone.

  This was what being Straight with the club meant. He’d given them his body to beat, each brother getting a shot in until there weren’t any left, until Tuck was bleeding on the floor and barely able to breathe. Lucien stepped back, and Rook took his place. He slammed his fist into Tuck’s gut with enough force the air left his lungs and it felt as though his gut jumped into his throat. Ruin came forward, his face hard, and gave one nod before punching Tuck in the other side of his face. His teeth cut into his cheek, causing blood to spill out of his mouth.

  When Pierce stepped forward, Tuck knew this was the first Straight the brother had participated in, and he looked a little nervous.

  “It’s okay, brother,” Tuck said, trying to speak through the swelling already happening in his mouth.

  Pierce clenched his jaw, hit Tuck in the side of the head hard enough that he stumbled backward, slammed into the all, and stars danced in front of his vision. Kink and Malice did the same, each man hitting Tuck with enough force he thought for sure he’d pass out. But he stood straight, didn’t fall over, and took this like a man, like a man that deserved this.

  Once it was all said and done, Tuck’s face swollen, blood on his face and chest, and his stomach having searing pain from the hits, all of the men came forward. The clapped him on the back, told him they were all even now, and that he was straight with the club.

  “You good, man?” Lucien asked.

  Tuck nodded, turned his head, and spit out a mouthful of blood and spittle. “I am now.” And he was, because even if the deal with M was still on, and he had to stop it, Tuck had made it right with his club.

  ****

  “I don’t want you giving this pussy to anyone else, Bobbie,” Rook said, and she couldn’t help but lean into him. God, she was insane for coming to the clubhouse just for a booty call, but she had this massive thing for Rook, and nothing but his big, thick cock would ease that.

  The truth was Bobbie hadn’t been with any other member since Rook had taken her that first time a month ago. Although she was supposed to give it up to whoever wanted it, as long as they were a patched-in member, she’d been avoiding the other guys that didn’t have women.

  “Come here, baby,” Rook said, but he kept moving backward, further down the hallway, and toward the room he bunked in when he stayed at the club.

  It was late, and no one was here, but then again she wouldn’t have cared if anyone saw her going into Rook’s room. There was something about the member that had her yearning for whatever he gave her, and God, did he not hold back with her.

  They went into his room, and he shut the door once she was all the way inside.

  “Get undressed, lie on the bed, and pull those big, plump pussy lips apart for me,” he said, and started taking off his cut, setting it aside, and taking off the re
st of his clothes. Bobbie did what he said, because the dark command in his voice had her so hot, so ready and wet for him she was a slave to her desire.

  When she was on the bed, her legs spread, and her hands between her thighs, her fingers pulling her pussy lips apart, she stared at him. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even think straight.

  “I meant it when I said your pussy is only for my enjoyment, Bobbie.” He took a step closer and started taking off his belt. “I won’t share you, won’t let any other brother have your cunt, mouth, or any other part of your body.”

  She swallowed as he moved closer. He had the belt in his hand, wrapped the leather around his palm and fingers. Bobbie lowered her gaze down the length of his body, took in the tattooed, muscular flesh, the way he was so full of power, and knew that she didn’t just want to be this man’s pussy on demand. She wanted to be his, only his, and not because he ordered her to keep her legs closed until he was ready to fuck her.

  Bobbie wanted to be with Rook in the way that she knew Tuck and Jana were. She wanted to know that Rook would fight to the death for her, risk everything to make sure she was safe, but as she stared at this man that took what he wanted when he wanted, fucked the club pussy like he was addicted to the shit, she knew she’d never have that with him.

  This man wasn’t down for keeping a woman for himself. He’d tell her to stay here, keep her legs closed, and only open them for him, but then he’d go and fuck other females on the side while she left here feeling like a used piece of meat. But God, Bobbie would do what he said, because not only was she willing to be this man’s pussy on demand, she loved him. Of course that was her secret, her weight to bear. She’d never tell anyone how she felt, well, not anyone that was associated with the club. Surely it would get back to Rook, and then she just knew nothing would be the same.

  “On your belly, ass in the air, and get ready for my belt.”

  Her heart thundered in anticipation at his darkly erotic words. Rook was a sadist, and Bobbie was his willing, eager masochist.