Lucifer’s Fury (A Motorcycle Club Romance) (15 page)

She smiled and hopped on behind me, her arms wrapping tight around me. I cranked the bike up and headed for the lake. It had always been one of our favorite spots. It was also the place I had proposed all those years ago. This time it would be different. This time it would be forever.

I parked the motorcycle near the picnic table nearest the lake, the moon reflecting off the water. Stars twinkled above us like so many diamonds as fireflies hovered in the darkness. I took Lola’s hand in mine, intertwining our fingers as we walked to the edge of the water.

“Ten years ago, I brought you here and asked you to be mine forever,” I said. “We both know how that ended… but fate has given us a second chance and I don’t plan on wasting it. I love you, Lola Easton. I’ll never love another. My heart belongs to you. It always has and it always will.”

I reached into my pocket and pulled out the ring, dropping down on one knee. When I looked up, Lola’s eyes glistened with tears. “Marry me, Lola.”

“Oh, Jasper. Yes. I love you so much.”

Jasper smiled his eyes filled with so much love as he slid the ring onto her finger.

“And I love you, sweetheart.”

I tilted her face up, brushing my thumb over her bottom lip. Slowly, I worked my fingers along her smooth cheekbone and down the silky smooth skin of her neck. She shivered as my fingers rolled over her surging pulse, giving away her excitement.

Our lips were a hair’s breadth apart. I could feel her body trembling with need as she patiently waited for me to devour her… and I was going to fucking devour her.

The longer I held back, the more excited she got, the wilder the passion would be when we finally succumbed to our needs and desires. My hand crept to the nape of her neck, fingers inching into her hair. She whimpered at the slight tug of her hair as I gripped her tight. Then I kissed her, soft at first, then I nipped at her bottom lip, pulling it gently between my teeth. She let loose a deep sensual moan.

My hands made the slow journey down her back, hesitating as I reached the top of her jeans. She pressed forward into me, whimpering. I couldn’t hold back any longer, the sounds she made pulling me under.

I gripped her ass, jerking her to me, lifting her. Her legs wrapped around my waist, ankles locking behind my back as she grinded against my steel-hard cock.

I turned away from the lake and walked us to the picnic table, the light of the moon illuminating the area in a soft glow, flickers of fireflies dancing around us just as they did years ago. We were recreating that night, but taking it one step further.

Sitting her on the table, I deepened the kiss, tasting her essence, devouring her with every sweep of my tongue. She broke the kiss, her chest heaving as she gasped for air, her blue eyes hazy with passion and love as she leaned back on the table.

I groaned as her fingers flicked the button of her jeans and lowered the zipper. Leaning forward, I placed a kiss on each of her hip bones and nipped at the taut skin there as I gripped her jeans and lowered them down her long legs.

She kicked her shoes off, her jeans falling to the ground below. “Jasper, please,” she begged, her voice thick and husky, sinful and sweet at the same time.

“Tell me what you want from me, love. I’ll give you anything. All you have to do is ask me for it.”

“I want you. I want it all. Take me, Jasper. Please.”

How could I resist after hearing that.

I couldn’t.

No normal fucking man could.

I lowered my head until my nose brushed against her panties. They were already moist with her arousal, her scent intoxicating. I flicked my tongue across the damp material and watched her squirm beneath me. “So fucking beautiful, Lola.” She moaned as my fingers inched along the edge of her thin panties to her hips. Fisting the material, I gave it a jerk. The material snapped free.

Her legs fell open, her glistening folds bare and swollen and ready for me. “Do it!” she cried out.

Lowering my head, I dove in, licking her slit from back to front, avoiding her sweet little clit. She tasted so damn good. I was lapping at her pussy like a man starving, her fingers diving through my hair, nails digging into my scalp.

She whimpered and moaned, crying out my name as I thrust two fingers into her tight little cunt. I could feel the muscles grasp hold of me, pulling and strangling me, begging for more. She was close already. My angel never could last long when her passion blazed white hot. I thrust my fingers into her heated core, shallow and slow, then hard and deep, before scissoring them open, dragging them along her sensitive inner walls.

“Mmm. Your greedy little pussy is sucking my fingers right in, baby. I feel you clenching me. You’re so fucking close, sweetheart. Let go and give it to me,” I demanded in a hoarse voice I didn’t quite recognize as my own.

“Oh God! Oh! Oh yes! More!” she begged, her voice hoarse and throaty.

I attacked her clit, flattening my tongue, giving her the friction she needed, flicking my tongue mercilessly until she shattered into a million pieces. Her body quivered, muscles tensing as she found that sinful bliss only I could give her.

“Perfect, baby,” I whispered. “So beautiful.”

I slipped my fingers free, glistening with her juices. Lola whimpered at the loss and I can tell by the look in her eyes that she wanted this as bad as I did. In this moment, we were lost in emotion that was thick with love and longing. We were going to have the future we had always wanted, even if it killed us both. We deserved that. That and so much more.

Leaning forward, I pressed a gentle kiss to her glistening pussy before pulling away, unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans, thrusting them down my thighs.

Fisting my cock, I pressed against her waiting pussy, my cockhead rubbing through her swollen folds, spreading her moisture around. “Ask me for it,” I growled.

I awaited her response. I didn’t have to wait long.

Lola raised up, her eyes locking on mine. “Fuck me. Make me burn,” she growled right back, her hands gripping the edge of the table in preparation.

Without hesitation, I thrust forward. She gasped as my cock impaled her sweet cunt. She was so fucking tight. My heart was thundering like a hundred stallions racing across a fucking prairie. I scooped my arms under the bend of her knees, pushing them towards her shoulders and thrusting deep, burying my cock deep inside her.

Her pussy shuddered, gripping me so fucking tight, her muscles fluttering wildly as she came again, and that was just enough to send me over the edge. I thrust one more time, my head falling back, eyes closed, letting loose a feral animalistic growl as I filled her with my seed.

“Christ, baby,” I said breathlessly. “I can’t get enough of you.”

Lola giggled. Her eyes falling on the ring decorating her beautiful finger, a tear slipping free and rolling down her cheek. I reached out and wiped it away, kissing her forehead.

“I wanted it to be like this... back then, you know,” she whispered in the darkness.

“It will be so much better now, sweetheart. I promise. I’ll never let anyone come between us again. Never again.”

“I’ll hold you to that, Jasper. I can’t go through that pain again.”

I tucked myself away and zipped my pants before grabbing her pants and shoes. She was smiling so big while she got dressed.

Leaning back on the picnic table and staring across the lake, I let everything Siren said work through my mind. It was so quiet and peaceful here, a man could get lost in his thoughts easily.

“I know you have a lot on your mind… and I know that something is bothering you. Do you want to talk about it?” I asked, hoping and praying she’d let me know what was bothering her.

But she stiffened and quickly pulled up her jeans. “Tomorrow, Jasper. We’ll talk about it tomorrow. Let’s just enjoy tonight. I will tell you that it’s not anything bad. Not to me anyway. Okay?”

“All right. Tomorrow then.”

Chapter 17: Pandora

“Wake up, sweetheart,” Jasper whispered against my neck as he kissed a trail along my shoulder and up my neck. I shivered and groaned. I was still exhausted and could’ve use a shit-ton more sleep, but that wasn’t in the cards today.

After our time at the lake, we had returned to the clubhouse and made love several more times. It was a long and wonderful night, filled with so much love and passion. I was feeling a bit guilty for not telling him about the baby, but I wanted to see the doctor first. Then it would be real. Then I’d feel more comfortable with it all. I just hoped he’d be happy about having a baby.

Rolling over, I came eye-to-eye with Jasper’s muscular chest and planted a kiss right between his bulging pectorals. He flexed his gorgeous pecs and my sex fluttered to life in an instant. I glanced up and he was all smiles. All I could think about was flicking my tongue across those lips and thrusting inside for a quick taste.

Christ. I was so damn horny. If this was what it was going to be like for the next eight months or so I was in trouble. Hell, Jasper may not even survive my neediness. I could break his cock. Could you even break a cock? I didn’t know.

“So what’s on your schedule today?” I asked.

“Judge and Justice should be arriving sometime today. We’ll have a quick meeting and bring them up-to-date on what’s happening around here. Then it’s sit back and wait until sunset for the new President of Twisted Bastards to show. What about you?”

“Lunch with the girls. Maybe a bit of shopping. Oh, and I have an appointment with a real estate agent to look at a few local homes for sale.”

“You’re really serious about buying a place then?”

“I am. I think it’s finally time for me to put down roots. You’re here, and I’m here, and honestly, I don’t see that changing anytime soon. Right?”

“You got that right. Sometime today we need to sit down and have that talk you promised me last night. So pencil me in before that Twisted Bastard meeting.”

“Let me just grab my appointment book then.” I laughed as I slinked out of bed and head for the bathroom.

After Jasper finished showering and dressing for the day, he headed out to handle a little club business. I didn’t bother asking what it was. It wasn’t really my business. Yet. Once the merge was official, that would change. For now, though, I was determined to just keep out of it all.

I finished pulling myself together and slipped on my cut. It was bittersweet knowing that soon I’d be wearing a different one. With a final glance at myself in the mirror, I sauntered out of the room, in search of the girls.

I found them crowded around the bar, watching Trixie make drinks. Iceman was standing beside her, giving her pointers on making some drink he called a ‘Suck, Bang and Blow.’

There were more than a dozen ingredients on the bar beside a huge fishbowl-shaped glass. From what I could see, there were a couple of different types of vodka, cinnamon schnapp’s, tequila, and Jagermeister amongst the bottles. Dear God, that had to be a killer drink, destined to kill a person’s liver or leave them oblivious to what happened the night they drank the damn thing.

I pushed my way up to the bar and watched as Iceman moved in beside Trixie, whose cheeks turned bright red as his muscled up arm brushed against her.

Everyone was watching them make this drink that he swore was fucking awesome. Killer awesome. I kept my eyes on the pair, noticing the way Trixie tried not to look at him too closely. She was into him, and from the heat in his eyes, I’d say it was a mutual thing. I smiled at that. Trixie had been through hell, and if Iceman wass what made her happy then I was all for it. They made a nice couple.

Iceman put the lid on the blender and it roared to life, mixing up the concoction of liquor. When he deemed it finished, he poured it into the big-ass glass and thumped a straw into it, pushing it over to Trixie. Her face flushed a bright pinkish red as he stepped closer. “Taste it, babe. Then you’ll know what a ‘Suck, Bang, and Blow’ is all about.”

She took a small sip through the straw and her eyes went wide. She choked and coughed a bit before meeting his eyes. “It’s strong as hell. My God, how do you drink that?”

He just smiled and laughed.

The girls took turns trying the drink, and of course, I passed up the offer. Iceman shook his head, scooping up the glass and mumbling something about drinking it all by himself as he started cleaning up the mess.

I took that as my cue to get our day-trip going. I had to get to the doctor’s office before I was late for my appointment.

“You girls ready to get a move on it? Time’s a wasting and I’ve got places to be.”

The doctor’s office waiting room was empty when we arrived. I signed in, filled out all the necessary paperwork, and waited. The waiting room was painted institutional white, which I find unsettling. Would it have so bad to have a more inviting waiting area painted in some soft color like a pale happy yellow or even a relaxing mint green. Anything but stark white.

I was getting antsy, my knee jumping up and down like I was an addict waiting for a fix. Cherry Pie leaned over, whispering that everything would be okay and to just calm the hell down and take a deep breath. I did as she said. Her little hand patted my knee a few times and disappeared as quickly as she had placed it there.

A door across the room opened and a young well-dressed woman in a white coat appeared with a folder in her hand.

“Lola Easton. I’m ready for you now. Come on back.”

“I’m Dr. Emily Maddox,” the woman said as she led me into an exam room.

The visit went as I expected. A lot of talking. Disrobe. Checking the goods. Pregnancy test. Which, of course, was positive. More talking. And by the end of it all, I learned that I was four weeks along.

Dr. Maddox gave me instructions to take prenatal vitamins, and I did manage to ask if my having drank a fair amount of alcohol during the last month would cause any problems with my baby. She quickly told me that the chances were slim to none, but no more drinking for the duration. I had to laugh at that because there was no way in hell I would drink another drop. I didn’t want to be a shit mother and damage my child, so that wasn’t a problem. So all was right with the world and now I just needed to let the daddy know that he was going to be a daddy.