Ravage: Lightning Bolts MC (26 page)

I gave myself over to abandon, closing my eyes as he slid inside me again. This time I held him against me. I might have loved the angle when he took me from behind, but being face-to-face was still my favorite. I got to look at him and feel his breath on my neck as he rocked us both.

He pushed himself up on his arms, grinding his length into me again and again. I felt every inch of him touching every inch of me, the delicious friction building. I urged him on, pushing him further. Running my hands up and down his arms, over his chest, over his neck and shoulders. I pushed back against him, my feet on the bed, driving him closer to his finish. He grunted with every thrust, every time our bodies slapped together.

“Yes, baby,” I whispered, dragging my nails over his chest. “Yes. Give it to me, let me feel you come.”

He grunted louder, almost screaming, throwing his head back as his climax ripped through him. I felt complete peace and joy, watching my beautiful man find bliss in my body. I never knew love like that could exist, and it took my breath away every time.

After we caught our breath and came to our senses, I snuggled up against him. His body was so warm and tight, and there was never anywhere I would rather be than in his arms. He locked them around me, keeping me safe in his embrace. I dozed off for a little bit—pregnancy was already taking it out of me—and when I woke up with a start, I was still in his arms.

“You let me fall asleep,” I murmured, pushing my hair back from my face to look up at him. He smiled down at me.

“I didn’t let you do anything. There was no stopping you. I wasn’t about to wake you up.”

“What if I had slept all night?”

“Then I would have stayed like that all night.” And I knew he meant it. That was the best part. He would always put me before himself. It was a gift he gave me every day.

“Are you sure it was okay for us to do that?” He stroked my back, my hips, my thighs.

“I already asked the doctor,” I murmured, my head on his chest. “We’re early enough yet that it’s fine, and even when I’m further along, it’ll be okay as long as we take it easy. No acrobatics, I think he said.”

“Damn, and I was thinking we should spice things up a little now that we’ve been married for a year. I’m starting to get bored.” He chuckled when I smacked his arm.

“Don’t even joke about that.” There were still times when I wondered if I was enough for him. I knew he was used to being with lots of women before we met, and I worried that he would actually get bored. Plus, he’d taught me everything I knew about sex, being my first and only.

“Hey.” He took my chin in his hand and tilted it up until our eyes met. “You’re more than enough for me. You’re everything to me. You always will be.” Then his hand drifted down to my belly. “I can’t believe we did this.”

“Just think, six months to go.” I kissed him. Six months, and the rest of our lives after that. I knew our lives would never be anything less than an adventure.

THE END

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A picture is worth a thousand words, but I only need three:

You. Are. Mine.

The life I lead isn't for the faint of heart. 
A man like me has to say what he means. 
Take what he wants. 
And fight to keep what he has. 
Erica thought she would be safe behind her camera. 
Little did she know she was teetering on the edge of the rabbit hole. 
When she sees something she shouldn't have, 
she falls in. 
She's lucky I showed up when I did. 
Without me, she'd be thrown to the wolves. 
Torn apart. 
Devoured. 
But it doesn't take long before she starts to wonder. 
Is she better off on her own… 
…or at the mercy of the beast inside me? 
At the end of the day, it doesn't matter. 
I tell her how it is: 
"Moan as loud as you want, babe. 
You aren't going anywhere." 

He took my sister.

I’m next.

My baby sister went missing over a month ago, and I’d give anything to find her. After countless hours of searching, the trail of clues leads me to Gabriel Hunt, leader of the Crooked Souls MC. 
He’s sexy, strong… 
…and the last man to 
see my sister alive.
 
Before I know it, I’m tumbling down the rabbit hole. I’m being chased, threatened, and almost killed. There’s only one place to turn: right into Gabriel’s arms. 
He is a danger unto himself, but I can’t stop myself from craving his touch. Only time will tell whether he’ll be the key to solving my sister’s disappearance, or the 
last stop before my downfall.
 
I thought I was doing the hunting. But I'm coming to find out that I'm 
the one being hunted
. 

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. 

A Broken Vow
 

She’s a fragile little thing.

I just might break her.

I thought I’d seen the last of her. 
Rose had run from danger, right into my bed. 
It didn’t take long before she was 
moaning my name
. 
But you can’t outrun your shadow. 
When the devils of my past catch up, they 
take her away from me
. 
I’d hunt them down, but there’s a war going on, and my club needs me home. 
Back in Texas, I follow the thread of betrayal that threatens to shatter my world. 
I should’ve known it would lead me back to her. 
This time, though, she’s on an 
auction block
. 
I may be the one doing the bidding, but the bastards who stole her will pay the ultimate price. 
There’s no other girl I’d fight through hell for. 
This one’s different — 
She’s 
carrying my baby
. 

I wanted safety.

He wanted a baby.

An abusive fiancé had me trapped in a life I hated.
He hit me often. Hurt me plenty.
I knew one thing: I had to get away.
I took the first chance I had to escape:
With a mysterious biker I hardly knew.
He promised to protect me.
But when I hear what he wants in return,
I freak.
Out of the frying pan and into the fire.
I’m just praying I don’t get burned.

Growing up on the streets taught me one thing:

when you want something, take it.

I play fast and loose, not nice. My job running street races for the Inked Angels MC isn’t for the lighthearted.
The women are just a perk. I’m with them for one night only — then they’re in my rearview mirror, never to be seen again.
Until Kendra.
There’s something about her.
Something fragile. Royal. Worth protecting.
Lucky for me, that’s just what she wants.
I make her a deal: protection for a baby.
I’ve spent my whole life untamed and racing time.
But when it comes to Kendra,
I’m ready to do things slowly…
One f*ck at a time.