Lay It Down: Bastards MC Series Boxed Set (45 page)

Pinching and pulling at the nipple, making me cry out, he smirked. “God, I fucking love the noises you make.” Moving over me so that our feet were tangled together and his torso was pressed into mine, he whispered, “I need to taste you.” His thumb was still teasing my clit as he growled. “I’m gonna lap every inch of you and eat your pussy until you beg me to stop.” 

Before I could process his words, he slid down the length of my body. I gasped and arched my body in surprise as he nuzzled his bearded chin against the sensitive skin on my inner thigh. Taking advantage of my reaction, he moved his mouth onto me and swirled his tongue gently around my clit. I grabbed his hair, pulling handfuls as I moaned.

One hand joined his tongue, adding pressure, before he pushed a finger into me, finding that special spot almost immediately and making me cry out again. He added a second finger, and my muscles automatically clenched around him as his tongue and lips worked over my upper core. He sucked my clit, letting it go only to lick it roughly.

His other hand grabbed a nipple, twisting and pulling, and I realized I wasn't going to last long. There were fireworks behind my closed eyelids, and I started to pant, mumbling incoherent words, but it felt so good that I couldn't think straight.

“Oh, God! Matty,” I pled when I found my voice.

His only answer was a chuckle that sent vibrations through my extremely sensitive area, making me gasp again.

Lifting his head for a minute, while his fingers continued to thrust inside me and yank on the opposite nipple, he found my eyes and commanded, “Come for me, baby. I want to taste how much you want me.”

Putting his tongue back on me, he increased the pressure as he lapped up and down. That was all it took before I tumbled off the edge.

“Oh, my God, I love your tongue!” I gasped over and over as I fell apart, making him laugh.

While I rode out my entire orgasm, he stayed propped between my thighs, lapping and sucking until I had nothing more to give. I tried to push him away because I couldn’t handle any more, but he wouldn’t let me. After a few excruciating minutes, and lots of begging from me, he sat back on his knees and pulled out his fingers. I was wrecked. I might not have been an expert, but there was no denying that Matty not only knew how to go down on a girl, but he excelled at it.

I watched as he put his fingers in his mouth and sucked them clean. My face flushed scarlet when I realized what he was doing, and he smirked in response.

“I love how you taste.” He moved quickly, leaning above me once more, kissing me as he pushed into me agonizingly slow, letting me feel every inch of his hardness. “Fuck! You feel so good!”

His lips moved against mine, nipping and licking, as my hands pulled on him, trying to get him to hurry. I needed him to fuck me hard, and I needed him to do it right now.

He pulled out just as slowly, and I growled in frustration. He moved his mouth next to my ear and chuckled. “Something wrong, babe?”

“Matty… please!” I could hear the desperation in my voice.

He bit my ear and whispered, “Always so greedy!”

Then he pushed himself onto his knees, grabbing my legs and moving them to his shoulders. Every thought I had disappeared when he started to move quickly, pounding into me over and over. My sounds of pleasure joined the sound of flesh slapping against flesh and Matty’s panting and moans. I was desperate to touch him, to drag my fingernails over his back, but every time I reached out, he’d shake his head and grin.

“Come on, baby. Let go. Give me all of you.” He never broke from his rhythm, and it was too much, I couldn’t handle the intensity. “Joes!” He growled, “I can’t wait.” He bit his lip and adjusted his angle but didn’t slow down. I tightened my muscles, squeezing him. “Christ, woman," his voice broke, "I fuckin’ love you!”

Hearing those words on his lips, I let go, giving him everything I had to give. “I love you, Matty!” I cried out as I exploded, clenching him.

He swore again, collapsing on top of me, still pumping. His hands grabbed my hair, tilting my head back roughly, and his lips captured mine. I dug my nails into his back and wrapped my legs around his hips. He came with a hiss of pleasure, and after his thrusts slowed to a stop, he didn’t pull out. I hugged him tightly, not wanting him to ever move.

I ran my fingertips up his sweat-soaked back. “I missed you so much!” My voice was no more than an exhausted mumble, but I had to tell him. "I can't live without you, Matty. Promise you'll never leave."

I couldn’t keep my eyes open to hear his response.

Chapter 12

Matty

I needed to rest. My body was begging me to lie back, close my eyes, and drift off into the void that only sleep could bring. I couldn’t give in though. I didn’t have much time before I had to get up and leave her. Once I was gone, I would never get this moment back; I’d be damned if I was going to lose it now. We both needed it too much for me to let go. I trailed my fingertips over the roundness of her hip, enjoying the feel of her warm, soft skin.

She sighed softly in slumber—a satisfied, happy sound that put my mind at ease. She was right here next to me. She was safe. I hadn’t planned on fucking her senseless; I’d just needed to see her, hold her, and make sure she was okay. From the moment I left, she’d never been far from my thoughts, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to function this week if I went straight home.

The second she’d taken off her shirt though, there was no other option—I had to have her. The fearful look in her eyes when she turned to me almost killed me. That look said so much; it was as if she expected me to take one look at her beautiful body and criticize her curves or even walk away. It told me that she was still unsure of my feelings for her. I wasn’t even close to acting like the fucking douche she’d been married to, but he’d done one fuck of a number on her self-esteem. I knew at that moment that there was no way in hell I was leaving tonight. No, I was going to stay and show her how much I fuckin’ love every single inch of her. Now that she was finally asleep, I should join her. I was fucking exhausted; it’d been a long week.

The last few days had been nothing new for us. For almost twenty years, we'd made it our job to chase down scumbags before they could get themselves off the grid. There was no planning for it. We never knew how long we’d be gone, so we never knew when we’d be back. When we got the call, we packed our shit and left.

For over a month, we’d had feelers out. Then Wiz got a police report about an abused child in critical condition. Mom had dropped him off at the hospital and gone on the run with her sleazy-ass loser boyfriend. Stupid fucking cunt. Any woman who hurt her child, or allowed someone else to do it, deserved whatever punishment we’d give.

Before the police could issue a public statement, Rocker had called our other charters and every affiliated club while Wiz faxed and emailed their pictures and details of the assault. They’d been able to hide, which meant someone was helping them. When the mainstream media picked up the story, the general public wanted blood, and we knew it would be only a matter of time before someone saw them. When they did, we’d be there.

And we had been. With a few hours heads-up, we’d gotten the information from the BOLO before it went nationwide. We knew what car they were in, had a license plate number, and had a good idea of where they were headed. The fuckers thought that their biggest fear was the police and that the worst thing that would happen to them was dealing with other scum in prison. They were wrong. They should have been terrified.

If they knew about us, about what we would do to them when we found them, then more abusers would turn themselves in. I hoped one day that the idea of us would scare parents straight. Or that one day, even in a blind rage, the name Bastards would halt a batterer’s fists. Until that day, we’d hunt them down like the animals they were. And I would enjoy the fear in their eyes when they realized what was about to happen.

It had taken us longer than I wanted, but we’d finally caught up with them on I-95 in Maryland. When our group of bikes drove up next to them, they blatantly ignored us. As I realized they would probably get off at the next exit, my rage grew. When I swerved in front of the car, making Mom slam on her brakes, the only thoughts in my head were of her four-year-old. Half the guys stayed next to her, making it impossible for her to move into the next lane, and half followed me. With our truck behind her, she had no other option than to stop.

Her wannabe gang-banger boyfriend and a couple of his buddies jumped out, in the middle of the road, guns waving, shouting at us. The fight was over before it began—kids who couldn’t even figure out how to make their pants stay around their waists shouldn’t play with guns, and they really shouldn’t threaten a group of pissed off bikers. In minutes, Mom and her boyfriend were cable-tied and forced into the back of her car and their friends were beaten unconscious, duct-taped, and thrown into the truck. Someone who helps an abuser is just as fucking guilty as the abuser.

That had been Sunday night. Tomorrow the world would find out that Mom had walked up to a police officer and turned herself in. If she went to trial in a few months, we’d be sitting front and center—a gentle reminder that she needed to accept responsibility and take the punishment, or we’d give her one of our own. I hoped she’d just plead guilty and save the state the money a trial would cost. Either way, she was headed away for a long time.

As for the other three, no one would ever find their bodies. The friends had told us everything we needed to know, hoping to save their own skins. And the boyfriend? An easy death was not in the cards for him. He got to experience what that little boy went through—every single bruise, every single burn, every single cut. His last few moments were filled with pain, and before we sent him to meet his maker, remorse filled his eyes. Ridding the world of one sleazeball at a time should have made me feel better, but it didn’t; we weren’t able to help the boy until it was too late.

We were doing what we could now. Until the boy was healthy enough to go back to his grandma’s, Bear and the prospects would take turns sitting at the hospital, silently watching over the little guy. Not only would their presence show our support and hopefully make him feel secure, we wanted to make sure no other gang-bangers had a chance to get near him. Rocker had talked to Grandma, and she knew that we were always just a phone call away—even if it was because she needed help to buy him shoes. They weren’t alone; he had hundreds of Bastards at his back.

I rolled over, pulling Jo with me. I’d made peace with who I was a long time ago. I’d always be the monster hiding behind a polite smile and a respectable job. As a Bastard, my job was put a pretty face with the rumored “bad men” to show that we weren’t evil at all. Jo had only seen that façade. I didn’t want to let go of her, but I didn’t know how she would cope with this part of me. Earlier, with three little words gasped as she came apart beneath me, she had given me hope. Maybe if she loved me as much as she claimed, she’d stay. As much as I wanted her next to me, no secrets between us, I wasn't sure she could handle it. She was full of goodness, and I couldn’t guarantee that this life wouldn’t suck it out of her.

I’d never brought anyone in. Becky knew just enough to realize she wanted no part of it and was happy being my escape. Taylor, growing up the daughter of one of the most corrupt senators imaginable, knew who I was before I could tell her. A man who looked like me and had the money I did was great arm candy for a spoiled Daddy's girl, but it was the dangerous Bastard who turned her on. She knew I was a jealous prick who would kick a man’s ass just for looking at her the wrong way, and she loved it even more than the designer clothes, luxury cars, and any other expensive present I could give her.

But Jo—my funny, loving, crazy, and sweet Joes—didn’t want me for any of that. The money made her uncomfortable, the club made her nervous, and my physical characteristics intimidated her. She’d told me once that if we hadn’t had to work together, she never would have looked at me twice because she thought I was out of her league—that someone like me would never be friends with her. It amused me that someone who was obviously way too good for me felt unworthy, and it only made me love her that much more. She might not know the Bastard, but she knew a part of me that no one else did—the real me that I hid from everyone else. Would my role in the Bastards be her breaking point? I was almost positive it would.

Anger coursed through my veins, and my arms tightened around her. I wished I could let her go. After she’d left Billy though, I knew I had to have her. The idea of her with another asshole, one who might take her away from me permanently, made me furious. This was where she belonged, right here in my arms, where I could watch over her and keep her safe.

Her eyelashes fluttered against my chest, and she wiggled as she opened her eyes, leaning her head back to see my face. She smiled, fighting to keep her eyes open.

I couldn’t resist leaning over and nuzzling her. “Hey, baby.”

She sighed into me, pressing her lips to mine. “Honey, you need to sleep.”

The words were no more than a half-awake murmur. Kissing me once more, she pushed her tits into my chest, groaning into my mouth when my hands cupped her. She moved quickly, settling into my side and leaning her head onto my chest, her hand holding mine. Within seconds, her breath was once again deep and even. Enjoying her wrapped up in me, knowing she was right, I closed my eyes and let the quiet take me away. I could worry about the rest later.