Wild Ride(The Soldiers of Wrath MC, 7)(11)

“Vengeance.”

She waited until he looked at her. “You make me feel… alive.”

They stared at each other, the moonlight above bright, casting a silvery glow.

“I want you, Constance, but I know I can’t push you—”

“I won’t break.” Although at one point she’d thought she was far too fragile for anything, especially a life outside of the perfect box she’d been inside. “And I want you, too. I want the feeling you give me, the sensation I feel when I’m with you.” She tightened her hands into fists at her sides, feeling bared, exposed. But it felt good.

He pulled her in close, his big, hard body pressed against hers. He smelled of clean sweat and leather, of masculinity and desire. There was this chemistry between them that couldn’t be denied. She couldn’t deny it, didn’t want to.

“Kiss me again,” she whispered.

He cupped her nape, pulled her in close, and did just that.





9





Vengeance didn’t have a fucking clue what was happening to him, not one clue. One minute he was going through life feeling like he was hitting a brick wall. Then one stumble into a graveyard, and now here he was, kissing Constance.

Her lips were so soft as he slid his tongue across her mouth, and she released a little gasp, allowing him to delve into her mouth. She stroked her tongue across his, and he held her tightly, needing something hard to press her against. Spotting a tree past her shoulder, he moved her so that he had her against it. Taking hold of her hands, he locked their fingers together and held them above her head as he ravished her mouth.

Biting her lip as he pulled away, he stared into her eyes. She was on fire for him.

“Tell me what you want,” he said.

She licked her lips, and her gaze landed on his mouth.

“I want you to be with me.” She gasped. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Is that what you want?”

She nodded. “Yes, it’s what I want. I want you.” She was shaking. “I’ve never been so wanton before, but this feels so… right.”

He glanced back at his bike and was about to lead her back, when she held him close to her again. “No. I don’t want you to go back there. I want us to do it here and now.”

“Anyone could stop and see.”

“I don’t care. I need you, Vengeance. If we go, I will find a reason for this not to happen. I want you. Do you want me?”

“Yes.”

“Then take me.”

The tree provided them with enough shade, and he moved her so they had a little more privacy. Once he got started he didn’t want a reason to stop. Something told him her pussy was going to be fucking perfection and that was exactly what he wanted.

Cupping her face, he stared into her eyes.

“Right here?” he asked.

“Right now. Come on, Vengeance, show me exactly what it’s like to be taken on a wild ride by a crazy ass biker.”

He chuckled, seeing the fire within her. How long had she been pretending? What kind of life had she been living?

Something told him that deep down inside, she had been acting a part all along.

“Tell me what you want,” he asked again.

Staring into her eyes, he waited to see if she would still demand or if she would back away. The smile in her eyes told him everything he needed to know.

“I want you to fuck me, Vengeance. I want you to make sure I never forget what we’re doing. I want to be able to feel you for days to come. I know I shouldn’t be asking stuff like this, but I can’t help it. I need it. For once in my life, I want something that I shouldn’t. There’s no one to stop me from wanting it.”

He stroked her cheek, seeing so much inside her eyes.

She had been in prison in a life that had demanded she conform, and he wasn’t going to let her feel like that anymore. Not on his watch.

Slamming his lips down on hers, he attacked her pants, releasing the button and then the zipper. She took over, shoving them down her thighs until she stepped out of them, along with her panties.

Constance grasped his head and pulled him down, kissing him, deepening the kiss.

“I’ve never done anything like this before, never felt so free,” she said.

Opening the button of his jeans, he eased them down, pulling out his erect cock. The tip was already leaking pre-cum. He’d prefer to have her on a warm bed, but his woman wanted him now.

His woman?

Yes, she was all his.

Grabbing Constance’s ass, he lifted her up, and then, guiding his cock to her heat, he looked down, watching. “Hold my cock. Put it inside you.”

She reached down, taking his dick, and he eased right inside her tight cunt. With every inch that he slid inside her, she moaned his name.