Tuck's Wrath (9 page)

Chapter Thirteen

“God, Jana baby, what are you doing to me,” Tuck said without question. He clenched his hand in her hair and pulled her closer to him to take her mouth in a possessive kiss. She’d come to him, told him that she wanted this, and he wasn’t going to deny either of them, not when he felt like he was going to tear right through his fucking skin if he didn’t have her now.

They panted against each other’s mouths, and he licked, sucked, and basically fucked her mouth like he’d be doing between her thighs very soon. Tuck broke the kiss, smoothed his hands over her arms, and down until he rested them on her hips. “Let me see you, Jana,” he said in a low voice, not wanting to push her, but about to go over the deep end right now if he didn’t have her. She breathed in and out roughly, then took a step back.

“You may not like what you see,” she said on a shaky breath.

He shook his head, his heart breaking that this woman would think there was anything about her that he wouldn’t like. “Jana, sweetheart, there isn’t anything that would ever make me want you any less. Believe me when I say I want you like a madman.”

She took a deep breath, grabbed the bottom of her shirt, and slowly lifted it up and over her head. He didn’t breathe, didn’t even move as he watched her creamy, curvy flesh come into view. The still healing bruises had his blood boiling with rage. He curled his hands into fists, told himself that this was about them right now, and anger was not welcome.

“You are so damn gorgeous, Jana, and all mine.” He could go fuck something up later and get the rage out of him, but until then he’d show her that she was all he focused on. It was easy when she looked at him with this bareness, this vulnerability that had him wanting to just take her into the bedroom and hold her closely. Once the shirt was tossed to the side he took in the sight of her breast barely restrained by her plain, almost innocent cotton bra. The white material didn’t hide the darker color of her areolas, or the fact her nipples were rock hard.

He moved closer to her, wrapped his hands around her now bared waist, and kissed her hard and possessively. They kissed for several minutes, their breathing matching in frantic intensity, their body heat making the room stifling, but in a good, erotic way.

Jana brought her hands to the front of his jeans and fumbled with the button for a second before finally getting it undone. Tuck didn’t let her break the kiss while she did it though. He cupped the back of her head, tilted his to the side, and kissed her long, hard, and swiped his tongue along her lips. Although his heart was pounding fast and fierce, and the need to be the one to take control of the situation rose up in him, he let her take the lead. Tuck knew she’d need this, at least for their first time. She needed to be the one that had the control, because he could sense she was teetering on the edge.

She needed this, or at least he thought she did, felt like she did, and Tuck would do anything for her. Fuck, he’d do anything for Jana. It was a realization that could have brought him down to his knees. He’d worship this woman, make her his old lady, and show her that with that title came his protection, his loyalty, and his undying affection. He’d love her until he died. Tuck would make sure she and Braden were always happy, because until he had met her his life had felt empty. He hadn’t realized that until he’d seen her, gone after her, and knew that to him she was his everything now.

She had her hands still on the edge of his jeans, and he noticed they shook. He placed his hands over hers, stilling her nerves, and leaning back slightly to look in her face. “It’s okay, baby. We can go as slow as you need, or we can wait as long as it takes.”

She had her mouth parted slightly, but then she shook her head and smiled. “I want this. It’s just been a long time, and I guess my mind is still in the past.”

He cupped the side of her face with one hand, leaned down, and kissed her softly.

“I want this though,” she said against his mouth.

Tuck released the button of his jeans then, his erection pressing against his zipper and demanding to be let free, like some wild, primitive beast. All he could think about was that she was here, really here with him, and that she smelled and tasted so fucking good.

Mouths still latched in a demanding kiss, Tuck gripped her hips, moved them into the living room, and pressed her ass to the back of the couch. Never removing his lips from hers, he slowly lowered his zipper, pushed his jeans down, and groaned deeply when his cock pressed right against the soft, warm flesh of her belly.

She was so curvy and thick, shaped like a woman, like
his
woman. He loved it, loved every inch of her. When she placed her hand on his cock, a groan ripped from him, seeming to reverberate through the entire room.

“Baby, I want to make sure this is really what you want, that we aren’t rushing into it.” He looked into her eyes. “I can wait until you’re ready, even if that takes forever, sweetheart.”

The arousal moving between them was intense, real, but he wanted her right here with him and not stuck in her head, nervous and afraid.

“This is what I want.
You
are what I want, Tuck.”

He pulled back and cupped her cheeks with his hands. God, she was so beautiful. She was perfect in every way, so delicate and vulnerable and innocent, but so trusting of him.

She licked her lips, her hand still on his cock, her eyes wide, and the trust on her expression making him feel pride that she gave it to him. In a softer voice she said, “This is what I want, what I need. I’m ready for you, Tuck.”

Her bra still covered the mounds of her breasts, and he wanted her totally naked for him, bared in every single way. He’d worship her body so she knew that he loved every single part of her. Tuck took off her bra in a matter of seconds, set it to the side, and stared at her large, round breasts. The tips were peaked and tight, the color a deeper rose shade. He pulled back only long enough to take off his shirt and set it aside, too. Then he grabbed his t-shirt behind his head, pulling it up and off. He wanted to feel her naked skin against his, feel her softness to his hardness. He wanted to claim her like there wasn’t anyone else in the world for either of them.

And there wasn’t. He’d make sure she knew that until he took his last breath.

Chapter Fourteen

Jana looked at Tuck’s chest, marveling at the hard, muscular definition, the way his flesh was tattooed, looking dangerous, violent, powerful. She touched his pecs, felt him flex the muscles beneath her palm, and breathed out slowly. God, he was so hard.

He had tattoos that lined both of his arms from wrist to shoulder, and the Brothers of Menace patch he had inked on his pectoral. This man was in his club for life, and she was so happy that things had worked out. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t feel like his club demise had been all her fault, even if she hadn’t made him come after her. If she hadn’t been stupid and fallen for William none of this would have happened. But then again she wouldn’t have had her little boy.

Raw, unadulterated lust slammed into her, so fast and fierce it took her breath away, had her knees starting to shake, and her pulse increasing. She’d never felt this kind of desire before. She took her time in examining his godly body, in memorizing every part of him. He still had his pants on, but the hard outline of his cock pressed against the material.

Taking hold of the material of his jeans, she parted the denim, reached inside, and grabbed hold of his dick. He groaned, she gasped, and the heat from his erection speared through her entire body. He was huge, thick and long, with a bulbous head at the tip. Before she could drag her gaze from the sight of his dick, he had his hands on her waist again and pushed her pants and panties down before she could even blink.

“This is mine,” he grabbed her ass, right below the cheeks, and lifted her off the ground, turned with her in his arms, and set her ass on the back of the couch. When he leaned forward and started licking and sucking at her pulse point below her ear a low sound of desire left her. She shamelessly leaned into him, seeking more … needing more.

He closed the small space that separated them, and she felt her pussy become soaked even more when the slickness at the tip of his dick smeared along her belly. God, he was as hard as steel, so hard, and he wanted her. The bare, hot, and hard length of him pressed to her belly, and he placed his hands on her breasts, molding those big palms to the mounds. He squeezed gently, had her body lighting up impossibly more.

His hands on her breasts made her feel weak, womanly … wanted. Tuck turned her around so suddenly a gasp left her. Jana was bent over the couch, her breasts hanging freely on the back cushions, and her ass and pussy in view. She felt free with him, safe and protected, and knew that he’d never hurt her, that he’d never hurt Braden.

Looking over her shoulder she saw him take a step back, and she instantly felt the chill in the room. She felt crazed when he was this near, aroused beyond belief, but she always wanted more.

“You’re so damn delicious to look at. I am going to devour you, baby.” His voice, low and dominating, sent a thrill of dark desire through her. Although she knew that right now he was not being as commanding, as dominant as she knew he could, she loved that he showed her who and what he really was. That’s what she wanted, the Tuck that fascinated her, and the one that had risked everything to bring her back home.

Her breasts felt sensitive, and the tips felt hard and almost painful, like the tiny peaks could cut into glass. Every erogenous zone in her body tingled as he stood there and stared at her, looked at her most intimate part. She wasn’t self-conscious of her bigger body, at the fact she may be considered overweight because of her size sixteen frame. It was a woman’s body, a healthy size, and she embraced it.

She saw the way he appraised every inch of her, stared at her ass, her legs … her pussy. It made her wet and needy. He was aroused, his big dick standing hard and out in front, pointing right at her. He had a dark patch of trimmed hair that surrounded his cock, and a small trail that stopped right below his navel.

“You trust me, baby?” He breathed out hard. “I need to hear you say you trust me, because I swear to every fucking thing on this world that I’ll never hurt you or Braden.”

She didn’t hesitate. “I do, with my life, and with my son’s.”

He nodded once, a hard, shuddering sound leaving him. “Good, because I’d never do anything to break that trust, to make you question how much I care about you.” He took a step forward, just an inch, but she felt the heat from his body spear her like a hot knife through butter.

“I care about you, too.”

“I’d kill anyone that hurt you, that
thought
about harming you,” he said, grabbed his cock, and started stroking himself. She had no idea how to respond to that admission, no idea how to process such a declaration. Jana knew he meant those words with his life, with his very soul. She’d seen the way he took down the men that had meant to hurt her, that had harmed her.

“Tuck.” She said his name softly, hoping he could hear the desire in her voice. Hell, she felt it in her bones, and swore it was like a speaker blasting it around them.

His cock straining forward, his gaze on her, and his words going deep, should have told her that he knew exactly what she felt—it was exactly what
he
felt, too. Tuck was this hardcore biker, a man that wasn’t all about soft words and sweet sentiments. He didn’t follow rules, placed his life on the line for others, and wasn’t traditional in any sense. He was coarse and aggressive, hard and all male, and he was staring at her like he wanted to eat her alive.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful, so innocent compared to the likes of my old, violent ass.”

She clenched her hands on the cushions.

“I shouldn’t want you because of the type of man that I am, the things I’ve done in my past, but also in the present. I don’t give a shit about the law, or what rules are, Jana.” He moved closer to her. “All I care about is getting what I want, and what I want, what I’ll only ever want, is you, baby.” He stared at her eyes, moved an inch closer so he was right behind her, his cock between her thighs now. His gaze was scorching, and it took everything in her to breathe as he watched her with half-lidded eyes that reflected exactly what he wanted … her.

“I’ve never wanted someone as much as I want you, Tuck.” She slowly licked her lips as she watched him stroke himself.

“I’m a crude fucking bastard, Jana, but with you, and only you, I want to be this man that can touch you softly, kiss you gently, and getting you off by doing nothing but breathing on that pink little pussy of yours.”

She sucked in air at his erotic words.

“But only with you, Jana, because I am not a gentle man.”

She knew that, and wouldn’t want him to change. The man he was made her heart race and her palms sweat. “I just want you,
all
of you. I don’t ever want you hiding yourself from me, Tuck, or thinking I can’t handle the type of intense man you are.” She breathed out. “Just be with me, and give every part of yourself to me.” Her pussy was wet, soaking, and she wanted his dick inside of her, finally claiming every part of her. He’d stretch her, make her burn and yearn for more, but it would never be enough.

For a moment he didn’t say anything, didn’t even move. He stroked himself still, stared at her splayed legs, her pussy between them, and his chest rising and falling as he breathed. And then he groaned deeply, closed his eyes, and clenched his jaw.

“Spread your legs as wide as they’ll go, Jana. Let me see how pink you really are.”

His coarse, to the point, language sent her reeling, had her desire skyrocketing, and she didn’t even hesitate to obey his command. Never had a man spoken to her in such a way, or had her to the point she was inflamed and delirious at the same time. The demand did something to her insides, and made her feel weak yet strong all at the same time.

Her heart thundered hard, and she spread her legs wide, doing exactly what he ordered. This really was what she wanted, to have Tuck taking control, being there for her like no other man ever had. He wanted her, not just for sex, but also for something more meaningful. She knew that, felt that, and heard it in every word he spoke. He wanted to take care of her and Braden, be there and protect them. How could she not fall for a man that wanted to do that for her and her child?