Dark Menace MC: Stone (29 page)

I was just starting.

“Stone is mine, bitch, and I’m his. I’m the
only woman he needs to suck his cock. I’m the only pussy he’ll be
eating out.” Rita tried to break my hold on her hair, but I’d
dredged up the strength from somewhere and held on, dragging her
closer to the edge of the bed. “He might be too much of a gentleman
to put his hands on you in anger, but I relish the
opportunity.”

All I could think of was that I must have
caught her off guard and she was too shocked to react, because she
barely put up a fight. She must have counted on Stone not touching
her in anger, but she’d underestimated me. He’d saved my ass,
protected me, and loved on me like no other, and I was going to
fight for my man. I ignored Rita’s gasp of outrage as she fell off
the bed and onto the floor.

“Bitch—”

She shrieked again when I pulled her to her
feet, my fist still twisted in her hair. “My man--” Fuck, I enjoyed
saying that. “Doesn’t want your used-up ass anymore, so get the
fuck out!” I tossed her through the open door and out into the
hall, so forceful that she slammed against the wall and slithered
down to the floor in a daze. “And stay out!”

I slammed the door, turned to face my smiling
man, and let out a shaky breath. “I just took out the trash.” I
smiled, taking in the humor flickering in his hard eyes, and then
threw myself at him. He caught me with a grunt as I wrapped my legs
around him, rubbing against his still hard cock. “I hope this was
for me,” I teased, flinching at the worry I heard in my tone.

“Fuck, baby, you make me so damned proud.”
There was relief in his voice, and it dawned on me that Stone had
been just as concerned over the situation—granted, it was probably
for other reasons—as I had. He pulled my hair and jerked my head
back. Our eyes met and held. “It fuckin’ turns me on when you get
all tough and demanding. My dick is yours, sweetheart. You just
staked your claim.” I accepted his rough kiss. “Now, what are you
going to fuckin’ do about it?”

My smile grew and my heart swelled. “I love
you, Stone. I know this isn’t how it’s supposed to start out, and I
still owe you a ton of money, but I swear I’ll pay it all back.” I
tried not to think about Jimmy, but it was hard not to, and sooner
or later I was going to have to tell Stone about him.

“Shut it, baby.”

“Even if it takes me a lifetime. I know it’s
crazy, and I shouldn’t be in love with a bad-ass like you, your
world is so dangerous and wild—”

“Shut it.”

“And full of chaos, but I can’t help what my
heart wants, and it wants you. You may not love me back and that’s
okay—”

“Rachel.”

The gruff warning in his tone made me stop
ranting, but it didn’t close my mouth. “What?”

“Shut. It.” He closed the distance between us
and then his mouth was devouring mine.

I moaned loudly, kissing him back with
everything that I had. I’d take whatever Stone gave me, opening my
mouth to his probing tongue that moved eagerly against mine. Once
he had his fill he pulled back, his expression taut with raw
lust.

“I fuckin’ own you, babe.”

“Yes.”

He shook his head, a shit eating grin turning
up the corners of his sexy mouth. “No. I really own you. I’d
already decided to pay back the money owed to the club.” I opened
my mouth to protest, but he didn’t give me the chance. “You’re my
woman, babe, and it’s my fuckin’ job to take care of you.”

“But—” I felt the sting of moisture in my
eyes and snapped my mouth shut. The soft kiss he placed on my
quivering lips filled me with happiness, because Stone didn’t do
soft, but this was a kiss that revealed more than any words. I knew
right then that he cared for me.

“You love me,” I whispered in awe against his
lips seconds later.

“Did I say that?”

Stubborn man!

“So, getting back to my earlier question
about my dick belonging to you, what do you intend to do about it?”
There was expectation in his raised brow and cocky smirk.

I gave his bottom lip a nip, and then soothed
it with a sweep of my tongue. Stone groaned, and I felt his cock
throb against me. The only thing I had on was a t-shirt and pair of
panties, which did nothing to disguise how big and hard he was.
Suddenly I was hungry for a taste of him.

“Blowjob?”

He roared like the beast he was. “Fuck,
yeah!” But then I found myself lowered to the bed, flipped over,
and pulled to my knees. “But first I need inside you,” he breathed
next to my ear. He ripped my panties off and gave me a nip on one
butt cheek. “You know how much I love this ass?” I could only moan.
He bit the other cheek. “My dick can’t make up its mind which
beautiful hole it wants to fuck.”

“I won’t suck you if you stick it in my
ass.”

A loud snort of laughter erupted from him.
“That’s what they make soap and water for, baby.”

I was beyond caring. “Just fuck me, Stone,
please
!” He was driving me insane, and I could feel his
hesitation.

“First tell me which hole I love more.”

What? Was he kidding? I could feel the tip of
his cock rubbing against me, everywhere but where I wanted it. The
tip was hot, and there was no mistaking it was leaking a copious
amount of pre-cum. A smile spread across my face. “You love them
both because you love all of me.”

A grunt preluded the thrust of his hips, and
then the tip of that hot cock sliced between the seam separating my
pussy lips, parted it, and slithered home like a giant anaconda. We
both moaned, deeply. His cock was pulsing inside me, hot and
oh-so-deep. I squeezed my muscles and was rewarded with a hiss of
breath between his clenched teeth and a slap on my behind. I looked
over my shoulder in time to see his nostrils flare like a wild
animal scenting his mate. It turned me on to see him like this and
know that it was all for me.

I whimpered with frustration and pushed back.
“Move, damn you!” I wanted him pounding into me. “Fuck me like you
own me.”

That got a reaction, because all at once
Stone was pulling out almost to the tip, and then slamming forward
again. His hands were clenching my hips hard enough to leave
bruises, but I didn’t care. Every thrust, every inch of his
stone-hard cock as it burrowed into my swollen wetness, was
bringing me closer and closer to heaven. I reached down to play
with my clit.

“Harder!” I commanded, pinching the tiny nub,
and with a grunt Stone complied.

“Faster!” I demanded, panting faster as my
finger circled the swollen slickness surrounding my clit, and with
a growl, Stone complied.

“Deeper!” I screamed, feeling my orgasm
climb, and with a snarl Stone complied.

He was a rutting beast, rocking me forward
and rocking my world with every violent thrust as he sought to give
as much pleasure as he was taking from me. I caught my breath and
held it, letting my orgasm careen over the top until with a scream
I was convulsing round Stone’s cock. Dropping my hand to the bed
beneath me, I was helpless to do anything as he rode through my
climax, giving it longevity until I couldn’t take any more.

“Stone—”

He ignored the warning in my voice, leaning
further over me so he could sink his teeth into my shoulder. Like a
savage beast he slammed into me one last time, roaring out his
powerful orgasm as he filled my pussy with his warm seed. It’s an
amazing feeling to have a man so deep inside when he comes that you
can feel each ejaculation from his cock, each stream of cum hitting
the walls surrounding him.

Finally a deep breath escaped him, and he
began to kiss my bruised flesh. “Christ, babe, I can’t remember the
last time I came that fuckin’ hard. Each time with you, fuck, it’s
like the first time. Only the rush is higher.

I smiled at his words, because it was exactly
how I felt. Instead of the passion between us growing less intense,
it was becoming more forceful, more pleasurable. When he rolled to
the side I sank into the bed, totally wasted, and then something
occurred to me. I moaned. “Crap. I think my face is where that
bitch had her skanky ass.” I was joking and he knew it. The chuckle
that rumbled through Stone was deep and unconcerned.

“Do you really want to burn the fuckin’
bed?”

His hand moved beneath my t-shirt and
smoothed down the curve of my back. I purred like a contented cat
when his rough palm continued over the slope of my ass.

“Maybe just the sheets and the pillows, but I
swear, Stone, I’m the last woman who’ll be sleeping, fucking,
sucking, or anything else in this bed with you.”

“Anything you want, baby,” he mumbled.

He sounded calm and lethargic. Maybe now was
the time to tell him about Jimmy and what I’d done.
If there was
a good time.
I didn’t want there to be anything between us,
remembering the last time I’d gone behind his back. He’d been very
clear with me that he didn’t like liars, and he didn’t like
secrets.

“Stone, there’s something I have to tell
you.”

“I know all about you calling Jimmy and what
went down,” he growled, but it was just a baby growl.

Damn that Ty! “Do you know why I did it?”

“Probably to ask him for the money to pay
back the loan,” he said without hesitation.

I frowned. How did he figure that out?

“I know you,” he went on to say, ending it
with a yawn. “And I’m mad as fuck, but we’ll talk about it in the
morning when I’m not so fuckin’ tired. Then I can give your ass a
good spanking. ”

My eyes grew round at his threat. “I’m sorry,
Stone.” Hopefully by morning he’d forget all about it, or maybe I
could do something to
make
him forget all about it. “I
promise to never go behind your back again.”

He groaned out an incoherent response, and I
opened my eyes and peeked up at him. His eyes were closed, and not
for the first time I noticed how exhausted he looked. The skin
between his brow was puckered, and I reached up to smooth the worry
lines away. He let out a big yawn, and I didn’t protest when he
reached for me, pulling me tight against him. With his arm over my
belly, his nose nuzzling the area beneath my ear, I knew my hero
was about to fall asleep.

He was my hero. He’d saved me from Wildman,
paid off my family’s debt—though I was still going to have a talk
with him about that—and he made me feel alive and safe, even
through all of the angst. I owed my bad-ass biker so much more than
just money. I didn’t know what the future held, who does? But I
knew that from here on out we belonged together, and we would make
it work.

I closed my eyes and let out a contented
sigh. The last thing I heard was Stone’s whispered, soft words
against my ear, “
I love you
.”

The End

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Tory Richards often describes herself as a
grandma who likes to read and write smut. Known for her hot erotic
romances, she’s also penned erotic paranormals, and contemporary
suspense romance. Writing is a hobby for Tory. It thrills her to be
able to share her stories, and she loves seeing her characters come
to life with each new book cover.

Tory began writing short stories on notebook
paper when she was only ten. At thirteen she received her first
manual typewriter, a few years later an electric one, and not until
she was forty-five did she get her first computer. For many years
writing was a secret hobby as well as therapy for Tory. She didn’t
submit to a publisher until her daughter and niece encouraged her
to pursue her dreams.

Originally from Maine, Tory has spent most of
her life in Florida. She’s retired from Disney and spends her time
between family, friends and writing. Besides writing her likes
include: spoiling her grandchildren, any kind of sandwich, sweet
iced tea, good coffee, traveling, going to the movies, watching
Syfy, taking care of her four cats, and naps.

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Excerpt

I opened my eyes to see his huge fist paused
just inches from connecting to my face. His expression was fierce,
everything about it pulled taut over his cheek and jaw bones. Eyes
the color of black ice were glaring down at me, narrowing as I
watched the man take in my features and hair. His gaze raked my
figure, he frowned even more, as if he was trying to figure out
what I was. When his icy glare returned to my face, his fist
relaxed and he reached forward, pulling my waist-length hair
free.

“Who the fuck are you?” he snarled.

“No one,” I said softly. I couldn’t think
clearly enough to make something up, I only knew that I didn’t want
him to know my name. The man was terrifying, and I was shaking like
a leaf.

Movement drew my gaze toward the store to see
two other men come out. All three of them were dressed the same
way, in jeans, boots, black t-shirts, and leather cuts that warned
me that they were probably a motorcycle club. The two men paused to
light cigarettes.

The giant holding me gave me a violent shake
to get my attention again. “I almost destroyed your face, woman.
What are you doing messing around with my bike?”

“Nothing,” I said in the same tone as
before.

“It didn’t look like fuckin’ nothing to me.
Where did you think you were going?”

“Nowhere.” I watched as his friends began to
walk toward us. At the same time, another man walked out of the
store, and my panic level grew. I quickly yanked the hoodie up and
tucked my hair back into it, turning my face away as much as I
could. “Please help me,” I begged.