Bounty:Fury Riders MC(45)

Finally, she released me, and I got up from the floor to turn her over  onto her hands and knees. She was still lost, whimpering, easy to  position the way I wanted her. She trusted me. I slid against her,  outside her opening, teasing myself with anticipation of what I knew was  inside. She was still quivering when I slid home.



I groaned, staying still, waiting until the urge to come passed. She was  too tight, so ready to milk me dry. It almost felt too good inside her.



"Take me," she whimpered. "Please."



With another groan, I slid out, then slowly back in. Teasing her. Taking  my time, wanting to build it up. The incredible tightness, the heat,  every inch of her touching every inch of me. I wanted to make it last as  long as I could.



"Mmm … " she moaned, rolling her hips in circles, grinding against me. I  grunted, closing my eyes, wanting to hold on, though she was trying to  get me to fuck her hard and fast. If I did, I wouldn't be able to stop  until I came. I wanted to give her all the pleasure I could first.



I ran my hands down her back, over her ass and thighs. I reached around  her to fondle her tits, and she moaned her approval when I rolled her  nipples between my fingers. I pinched slightly, making her jump and  whimper.         

     



 



It was too much. I needed more. The animal part of me, the part she  touched, wanted to be unleashed. I want to lose myself in her. Her head  swung from side to side as I picked up my pace. Her groans told me how  much she loved it, just like the way she moved her hips back to meet me.  She was always so eager and ready to take what I had to give her.



"That's right," I muttered, riding her. "Take it. You love it, don't you?"



"Yes … yes!" she answered, arching her back, swinging her hair up over her  head until it fanned out behind her. I took a handful of it, pulling  her head back. She gasped, then groaned. "Oh, yeah," she moaned.



I left everything else behind as I pounded into her. I let go of all the  worry and hurt inside. I was ready to move on with her, and I felt it  every time our bodies fit together. I roared, feeling like I could  conquer the world.



We moved together, against each other. She was greedy, wanting more and  more...harder … faster. I gave her what she wanted, what I wanted to give,  slamming into her. Our bodies crashed roughly.



I felt the end coming, and I wanted it to come with her. I reached down  to cup her, sliding my fingers inside her folds until I found her clit.  She jumped like she'd been shocked, then whimpered in approval when my  fingers flicked the sensitive bud. I leaned over her, one hand on the  bed, one hand between her legs, and rode with long, hard downward  strokes that left us both grunting like animals as we raced to the end  together.



"Yes! Yes! Vince, oh God!" She screamed, her face in the blankets. She  tightened around me like a vice, milking me. I roared, slamming home one  more time before stiffening all over. We shuddered together, as one,  both going over the edge at the same time.



Through the haze of my mind in that moment, I knew this was it. I would  never need anyone else. We would do that together for the rest of our  lives. I already couldn't wait.



I collapsed on top of her, and for a while we lay there in a sweaty mess  of sheets and slippery skin and heavy breathing. I was drained, empty.  All the pain and doubt I ever felt, especially after being betrayed, was  gone. She had healed me.



"I love you," I said, my eyes closed.



She snuggled up to me. I felt the weight of her head on my shoulder, the  soft contours of her body against mine. She was mine, forever. Nothing  would ever change that.



THE END





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Monster

I thought he was my savior. If only I'd known he was a murderer, too.



Getting trapped in the snow was my own fault.

For a moment, I thought I would die out there.



So when the sexiest man I've ever seen pulls me back from the brink of death,

I suppose I should be grateful.



He takes me home, warms me up …

 … and lights a fire inside me that only his touch can heal.



Now I'm burning with desire for Jax -

his hands, his mouth, his body.

I know he's no good for me,

but nothing can stop me from craving him.



That is, until his past rears its ugly head.

But by the time I learn he's truly a monster,

it might already be too late.



At first, she wanted no part of me. But some kinds of darkness are hard to resist …



I know I'm not a good guy.

Ever since my wife died, I've had a single rule when it comes to women:

One night only.

In all these years, I've never broken it.



That is, until I met Christina.

She's got a body like sin and a sassy mouth to boot.

I want to f**k her until she's hoarse from screaming my name.



She doesn't know I have secrets.

She doesn't know what I've done.

And even after she discovers who I really am, it won't matter anymore.



She'll have to find out the hard way:

once you come home with me,

there's no going back.





Chapter 1

Christina

"Damn it!" It's snowing so hard I can barely see beyond the windshield.  The wipers are practically useless at this point. Where the hell did  this snow come from? It was bright and sunny when I woke up this  morning, and just a little cloudy when I left to make the trek to my  parents'. I hadn't heard a thing about snow. I might not have grown up  here but I know a "snow sky" when I see one. There wasn't an inkling.

Now this. I've been struggling to so much as inch up the road for the  past hour, and I know I'm not that far from town. It started snowing  minutes after I left and before I knew it I was slipping and sliding.  The snow was piling up fast, the winds whipping it around and nearly  knocking me off the road more than once.

I have to turn around. This is hopeless. I thought I might be able to  drive through the storm and get to the other side, but no such luck.  Holidays or no holidays, it's just not happening today. I'll have to try  again tomorrow.

But I can't see. I can't freaking see anything. I'd happily turn around  if I could so much as see the road. I haven't even been passed by  another car for miles. They must have all caught the weather report I  missed. I slow down, hoping to make a U-turn, but all I do is slide. I  don't have the traction.         

     



 

What the hell am I supposed to do? "Fuck!" I scream, pounding on the  wheel. This is just my luck. Why are things like this always happening  to me? I'm not a bad person.

I have to pull over. That's all there is to it. I'm not making any  progress. I also realize, to my horror, that the car's running out of  gas. Fast. Shit! There had been half a tank when I left the house. I had  been figuring on stopping once I was on the road, of course. Now  there's less than a quarter tank. And I have no idea where I am or where  the next station might be.

I slow down, hoping to slide far enough off the road so as to avoid  passing cars and plow trucks. I can just imagine being plowed in on top  of this.

Damn, damn, damn! Now what? I'm completely unprepared for this. I know  I'm supposed to have a winter survival kit in my car. I always hear  about it on the news. Blankets, water, flashlight, batteries, a radio,  flares. I'm not even wearing snow boots or a decent pair of gloves.

Christina, you're an idiot.

I might as well curl up in the back seat and try to wait this out.  There's enough gas to get me to the next station once the storm passes  over-I hope. But I don't think I can make it while there's a blizzard  going on outside. But the snow can't last forever, right?

I check my phone, realizing my parents will be flipping out before long.  I'm only two hours away from them, so if they don't hear from me soon,  they're going to lose their minds. Of course, in keeping with the rest  of the day, my phone has no signal.

Could this get any worse? Now I'm getting colder by the minute and  worried about my parents. They're going to be so upset when they don't  hear from me.

But then, what about me? What happens if I'm snowed under? What happens  if I can't open the car doors by the time it stops? What if I freeze to  death in this damned car?

Okay, Christina. Deep breaths. I run my hands through my long, dark  hair, smoothing it down to calm myself a bit. No need to lose my cool.  This will be okay. Things like this happen all the time, I'm sure. It's  not like I'm naked. I'm wearing perfectly warm clothes and while my  boots aren't made for snow they're warm enough. My coat's warm, too.  I'll be okay.

I lean back against the seat, thinking that maybe it wouldn't be a bad  idea to take a nap while I wait out the worst of the weather. At least  then I won't feel so cold anymore. I check the time. It's a little after  eleven in the morning. I set the alarm on the phone for one hour. That  won't be too long. I won't freeze up. And hopefully by then the storm  will have passed and I'll be on my way.