Taking It All: A Hellfire Riders MC Romance (The Motorcycle Clubs Book 6) (3 page)

“Thorne’s solid,” I say. “He’s been the Titans’ veep from the beginning. With him acting as my right hand, this integration should go as smooth as it can. I’ll also pull one or two of their men onto the executive board, so that we’re more likely to catch on to any friction before it turns into something bigger. To that end: Does anyone here have an issue with an individual Titan? And don’t bring up any petty shit that you might have with any brother. I don’t care if a Titan fucked your mama or your girl. I’m talking the kind of shit that breaks this deal.”

When nothing comes up, I tell them, “All right, then. Next week we’re holding another meeting and we’ll vote to bring the Titans in or not. If we do, we’ll walk out of here with more than a dozen new brothers.”

Knucklehead raises his hand. “Are we voting on whether we’re following through on the First Lady clause, too?”

So they’re going to fucking push this? But there’s no other answer to give. Jaw clenched, I nod.

“Good thing,” Knucklehead says, holding my gaze. “Because it’s not her, Prez. It’s that you held to the letter of the law when you let Zoomie in. I didn’t like it, but I went with it. I took it. Now you’ve got to take this to the letter, because I want a fucking president who stands by his word.”

“The day my word is shit is the day I’ll walk.” I raze all of them with a furious look. “Any fucking doubts about that?”

A chorus of “No, boss” comes back. Damn right.

“Anything else?” I only wait one second. “Then this meeting’s adjourned. For those of you heading to the Den, we’re riding out in ten.”

Because I need to see my woman.

Jenny

The deep rumble of motorcycle engines announces the Riders’ arrival. Anticipation and a bit of worry tighten the back of my neck. It’s late. I’ve been shooting the shit with Anna for almost two hours now, so the meeting probably didn’t go as smoothly as Saxon hoped it would.

One look at him and I’m sure it didn’t. Saxon walks in ahead of the others, a big, dangerous package of muscle and doesn’t-give-a-fuck. He’s a hard man to read, never giving much away, so the anger I detect in the clench of his bearded jaw and the tense line of his shoulders means that he’s
really
pissed.

His intense blue gaze zeroes in on me.

Shit. Nerves tangle in my stomach. An angry Saxon is intimidating as hell. I love him like crazy and I know he won’t hurt me, but this is so new, and I have no idea what my role is right now. I’m not sure what’s expected of me.

Something
is expected. That much is clear. The bikers who come in behind him all look my way and they’re not just the same curious stares that have been cast in my direction since Saxon and I got together. The stare that says,
What the hell is Red Erickson’s daughter doing in Rider territory?
This is different. Some of Saxon’s officers seem grim. Blowback, the Riders’ VP, always looks that way, but their enforcer Stone Wall is with him, too. I’d call Anna’s brother a good friend, and usually he’s got a grin for me, but now he’s showing the same hard, angry edge that Saxon is. And a few of the members I don’t know so well… God, their eyes are crawling all over me like they expect me to strip naked right here. What the fuck?

I don’t know what’s going on. Something obviously went down at the meeting. Maybe it involved me—or maybe it’s just spillover, if some of the Riders objected to taking on the Titans. Maybe some shit got tossed around and my name came up.

Whatever it was, there’s only one thing to do now: straighten my spine and take whatever Saxon gives. Then give him what he needs, too.

Saxon’s long strides carry him directly to the bar. I barely have time to smile up at him and say “Hey—” before his big hand clasps the back of my neck and he’s scorching my lips with a kiss.

God.
Instantly lust shoots through my veins, warming everything that a few drinks haven’t already loosened. Moaning low in my throat, I tilt my head back, loving his taste, his possessive grip, the primitive way he simply takes what he wants. I know there’s more to this. He’s never kissed me like this in front of the others before. He doesn’t like participating in public displays. Yet he’s clearly staking a claim right now. Making a statement.

Jenny Erickson is mine.

I am. Completely his. And I love it.

My heart is racing and my nipples are throbbing when he lifts his head. His gaze holds mine and for a long second there’s no one else, just Saxon and this passion between us.

“You look so damn pretty, Jenny.” Low and deep, his voice rasps over my skin like an abrasive tongue. I shiver and he brushes his broad thumb over my kiss-swollen lips. “And you look like you want me to eat your sweet cunt. Do you?”

Five minutes ago I wasn’t even thinking of sex. Now my pussy is wet and aching and empty, and his blunt words make my inner walls clench with uncontrollable need.

I silently nod, my breath shuddering across his thumb.

“Good,” he says roughly. “Because I need to make you come.”

His long fingers slide through mine and he tugs me off the barstool. Suddenly I’m aware of all those eyes again, watching as he leads me to the employees’ door that opens to the back offices and storerooms. My face heats but I stubbornly lift my chin. I want Saxon. He wants me. What happens between us is none of the Riders’ fucking business, but they’re making it theirs by watching us like this—as if millions of people aren’t getting it on every single day. As if half the guys in this bar wouldn’t stick their dick in a woman right out here where everyone can see them. It’s not like he’s carrying me out of here with my legs wrapped around his hips and his tongue down my throat.

Saxon pivots to face the crowd behind us just before reaching the swinging door. He pushes through it backward, his expression like carved granite and his hard gaze sweeping the assembled bikers. Suddenly everyone has somewhere else to look.

In the hallway, Saxon shoves me up against the wall just as I hear the first
thwap
of the door swinging closed. Urgency takes over. Rucking up the hem of my skirt, his big hands grip my ass and haul me up. God, his strength. It’s as if I weigh nothing. He simply lifts me and in the next second, his thick cock is a solid ridge grinding against my heated flesh, with only denim and silk between us. My moan is lost in his hungry kiss. My body strains closer, my mouth parting beneath the wicked onslaught of his tongue. Every breath is filled with his scent—leather and the summer wind and a long hot ride.

A disappointed whimper escapes me when he breaks the kiss. But I know he has to. Anyone can come across us here and we burn each other up so fast that if we continue, it won’t be long until his cock is pumping deep inside me. He doesn’t move yet, though, simply holding me with his weight pressing me into the wall and his face buried in the crook of my neck and shoulder.

“God, Jenny.” His voice is harsh. “Coming in here, seeing you waiting for me—walking into the Den has never felt so damn good.”

My heart suddenly feels tight, so tight. I stroke my hand down the back of his neck. His muscles are rock hard with tension.

“It didn’t go well?” I ask.

Immediately his head comes up, blue eyes narrowed. “Just the usual nitpicking shit. Nothing I can’t handle, and nothing for you to worry about.”

I’m not worried. There’s probably very little that Saxon Gray can’t handle. “Have you heard anything yet about the Titans’ meeting?”

“No. But even if the Titans tell Red to go fuck himself, it doesn’t make any difference to
this
.” He catches my chin and his gaze is fierce on mine. “You and me. This stays, no matter what goes down between the clubs. All right?”

“I’m not arguing.”

“You’d better not.” His attention drops to my mouth, and I gasp as his hips rock between my thighs, sending ripples of aching pleasure through my core. “Screaming my name is a better use for that tongue. Christ, I need to fuck you.”

But he won’t. Not here. Not even in his locked office, because an interruption could come at any time. Having most of the Hellfire Riders out in the bar means having no real privacy—and as the president of the club, he can’t just tell them to fuck off until he’s done. Business won’t get handled that way.

Business has already wound him up, though. I can feel it in every stiff muscle against me. “I’ve got a better idea,” I tell him.

“There’s nothing better than filling you up with my cock, princess.” But he’s not really arguing, just leaning in with a lazy smile. “A close second is licking up all those sweet pussy juices. Is that what you’re thinking?”

“No.” I trace his smile with my forefinger. A thrill zings through me when he gently bites down on my fingertip, then flicks his tongue across it. I feel that lick all the way to my clit. Breathlessly I tell him, “I think you should let my tongue do really dirty things to you.”

His eyes gleam. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.” I tighten my legs around him. “And that way if an interruption comes, you’ll be the one hurting. Not me.”

His laugh is a deep rumble. “I
did
promise never to see you hurt.”

“You did.”

“But I still like my idea better,” he says, then he’s kissing me again, carrying me down the hall into his office—and, oh God, this is already a fight. With his left arm wrapped around my waist, his right hand sneaks up between my thighs. I can’t stop my surprised squeal as his fingers slide beneath the drenched silk of my panties and head straight for my clit.

Bucking against him, I tear my mouth from his. “No fair.”

Saxon grins. “My place, princess. I decide what’s fair. When we’re messing around at your brewery you can call the shots.”

Right. Aside from a few demands I’ve made like
harder
and
fuck me now,
I didn’t call any shots the couple of times this week he’s come out to the brewery to pick me up after work.

As he kicks the office door shut behind us, I give him a narrow stare. “Really?”

“Hell, no,” he says and my laugh becomes a ragged moan when he pushes two blunt fingers inside me. My inner muscles clamp down, drawing a hoarse groan from his chest. “You’re so fucking ready for me. Tell me you don’t want me to lick you all up. Tell me you don’t want me sucking on your hot little clit.”

I do. God, I do. And I can’t help myself—I’m riding his hand, my breath coming in sharp pulls, my pussy so wet that the slick sound of his pumping fingers seems to echo in my head. I lose my mind so fast with him. In just a second he’s going to have me spread across his desk and his mouth on my cunt and everything else in the world will be gone.

But he always sees to my pleasure first. This time, I want to give before getting. “I’d rather find out if I can suck your big cock down my throat.”

His body stiffens. “Fucking hell, Jenny,” he groans.

“You can eat me up after I’ve swallowed every drop of your cum.” I grip his steely shoulders and lick his firm bottom lip, then tease him a little. “I want to see if you can take it or if you’ll lose control and fuck me again.”

And that easy, I win. He softly chuckles before capturing my mouth in a slow kiss. I played a little dirty, saying that—because in the last week, every time I’ve gone down on him, after just a short taste he hauls me back up and fucks me hard, as if the feel of my mouth wrapped around his cock breaks his every restraint. Now I love that he’s laughing, not offended at all by the challenge…but I also know Saxon won’t back down from it.

Still holding me, he sits on the edge of his desk, his powerful legs braced apart and boots flat on the floor. “All right, then.”

I’m straddling his hips with my knees supported by the desk’s surface. I need to slide down but not yet. Not yet. Because my heart is suddenly so full of that crazy wild love that has been crashing over me all week, squeezing my chest so hard I can’t speak. For a long second I just look at him, overwhelmed by the knowledge that he’s mine. Not a dream, but here, flesh and blood, everything I’ve ever wanted—and wanted for so long.

Emotion trembles through my body as I lean in. I don’t know what Saxon sees in my expression before my lips meet his, but his response is fierce and rough, his fingers coming up to fist in my hair as he takes control of the kiss. When he releases me, I can’t stop touching him, kissing my way along his bearded jaw and down the tanned column of his throat until I hit the collar of his black T-shirt.

I want his clothes off. I want my hands all over his skin. But that can come later. Right now, the president of the Hellfire Riders is jacked up with tension after a difficult night, and he’s going to be wearing his colors as I help him release it.

But I can’t resist touching him. My hands slide beneath the sides of his leather kutte. God. Through the warm cotton of his shirt, his pecs are like carved slabs of stone and his stomach is ridged with muscle. I love his body. Strong and so fucking big. When I slip my feet to the floor and stand up straight, I still have to look up to meet his eyes, even though he’s sitting back on the desk.

His expression is hard now, almost cold—but I know he’s not. It’s just the leash he’s tightening on his control, and as I tug on his belt, his face becomes granite. Oh, but his eyes. His arousal burns through dark blue.

Holding his gaze, I pull the leather through the buckle and start in on his button fly. His hot, steely cock is like a brand against the back of my hand but I don’t look away from Saxon’s eyes until I’ve completely unfastened his jeans. His breath shudders as my fingers grip his thick length. My fingertips don’t even touch. I haven’t had a lot of luck with sex in the past, so my hands-on experience with dick isn’t that extensive, but I’ve seen plenty of big cocks online over the years. So many of them seem sculpted by long-fingered artists, with tapered shafts and flaring heads. Almost elegant.

Saxon’s cock is blunt and primitive by comparison. A broad head crowns his meaty shaft, all of it long and massive, as if created for one purpose: To fill my pussy as deep as I can bear, stretching my inner walls with his heavy girth until I’m riding the fine line between pleasure and pain. It always falls on the side of pleasure when he’s pumping this thick length inside me, but I don’t know if I could take him if he were any bigger.

At the first stroke of my hand, his fingers tighten on the edge of the desk, knuckles whitening.

I slyly glance up at him through my lashes. “It’s fortunate the woods were so dark our first night, because if I’d been able to see this monster, I’d have taken off running.”

His short laugh is strangled by a groan when I give the head of his cock a firm squeeze. Arousal roughens his voice. “I’d have caught you.”

“Yeah?” All kinds of scenarios suddenly tumble through my imagination. “What would have happened then? Maybe you’d have forced me to my knees and made my pussy take every…single…inch.”

His breath hisses through his teeth as my fingernails gently scrape a path up those inches. “No.” His big hand suddenly tangles in my hair. “I’d have forced you to your knees and seen how much your mouth could take.”

The air between us seems to thicken. My gaze raises to his. There’s no amusement in his expression now. He’s hard and utterly in control.

And now he’s going to see how much my mouth can take.

Anticipation and need quiver through my legs as I sink to the floor. His grip on my hair tightens and he fists the base of his cock in his left hand, angling his shaft down toward my upraised lips.

“Look what you’ve done to me, Jenny. I’m so damn hard I’m already dripping cum.”

He is. The head of his cock glistens and a thick bead clings to the tip. The evidence of his rampant need sends a pulse of lust through my core. Whimpering softly, I squeeze my thighs together, but the motion only makes me more aware of the aching emptiness of my cunt. It’s not going to be filled. There’s only one thing I’m going to get now. Hungrily I focus on that creamy drop.