(Grizzlies MC #2)
Publication date: March 16th 2015
Genres: Adult, Romance
AN OUTLAW’S OBSESSION RUNS FURIOUS, DEEP, AND FOREVER…
Hell always screams into my life on two wheels – so why the hell does he look like heaven? Rabid’s nothing like the other vicious thugs in the Grizzlies Motorcycle Club. When I see the dark ink dancing on his stunning body, I almost believe he’s here to save me, instead of just seduce me.
But I won’t be fooled again. All the club brings is ruin, and they’re back to give me more.
Sure, Rabid saved me once. Doesn’t mean I’ll get closer and dig my grave deeper, no matter how nice his rough hands would feel locked around my waist. Angels never kiss like devils, right?
I can’t get her outta my skull. My brothers say she’s like broken glass, but they don’t know she’s already lodged in my heart.
She’s tense, suspicious, and totally scared. I’m gonna find out why. Secrets don’t mean a damned thing if she’s in danger.
Christa’s mine. I don’t care if my patch makes her flip, or even if she keeps breathing fire my way every second we’re together. I’m the best thing that ever walked into her life, and I’m not walking out.
I’ll bleed rivers to get my brand on this woman. She’s gonna wear it and get used to calling me her old man. I’ll have my lips all over this redhead knockout if it’s the last thing I do…
Jesus, he was so hard. The thick, throbbing lump in Rabid's pants was a terrible distraction. I should've spit in his face for inserting himself into my life like this, totally uninvited, but all I really wanted to do was drop to my knees and feel his cock in my mouth.
His eyes burned fiercer than the stars overhead. When my eyes caressed his body, I imagined what his tattoos looked like underneath his clothes. Those big black stripes on his arms probably rolled all the way up, lining the fearsome icons on his chest like all the other bikers I'd seen shirtless.
This body invited questions, filthy curiosities and wonders and bathed my brain in fire.
Would he look more ferocious than the roaring bear inked on his chest when he fucked me? Would I suck his tattooed skin into my mouth and bite down hard when I came? Jesus, would I ever stand up again if I gave in to one night with this dark Adonis pretending to be a man?
Half the guys in the Redding Grizzlies charter were younger, harder, and hotter than most of the old bastards and greasy criminals who'd visited my bar in Klamath. Without the leather cut and a few less scars on his arms, the man with his hands sliding up my back would've looked like an underwear model.
But no pretty boy modeling ever smelled like this. I couldn't stop inhaling him, and that only made my breaths more erratic, betraying the insane desire I was desperate to hide.
No! I couldn't actually let him see how hot he made me. But I couldn't stop myself from shaking when I pushed my face into his chest and inhaled, filling my lungs with badly needed oxygen.
Pure masculinity caressed my nose. His feel, his smell, his everything burned deep, melting me from the inside-out.
My body understood, even if my mind didn't. This was a warrior man right down to every molecule. Loyal to his club, comrade to his brothers, ready to serve and protect me when I wanted none of it. Also, more than ready to slip inside me, making my body shake and scream in ways I'd never even heard of.
No contest. I wasn't giving up on Christa – not 'til I had her soft red hair in my fist and my tongue jammed down on hers. I'd claim this chick one way or another, slap my brand on her the minute I was done slapping her sweet round ass.
Fuck – that ass.
She had a butt that was nice and full, begging to be spanked every time it rippled while she walked.
I was a goner just thinking about it. There was no way, no how, no fucking chance I was giving up on squeezing it 'til she squealed. Didn't give a shit how many times she turned it toward me and walked away.
One day soon, I'd have it grinding on my lap, teasing my dick awake for the roughest, purest fuck of my whole damned life. Then I'd grab her little ass so hard my knuckles went white, shove it up and down where it belonged, jacking myself off in her tight, wet cunt.
Quitting wasn't in my nature. I always got what I wanted. Every single time.
I couldn't stop thinking about having her naked, pressed up against me, moaning sin in my ear while I made her body shake like heaven. Her tits, her ass, every wild inch of her wound me up like the tightest spring the world had ever seen.
On second thought, fuck the spring. That shit was too weak.
No, dammit, I was more like a ticking time bomb, and when I went off, the whole fucking world would know, and so would she. That's how I got my name.
I've always been that way, dead set on getting my way first, second, and third. And God willing, I always would be. I'd spit fire and foam at the fucking mouth, psycho and rabid as all shit, before I ever let something I set my sights on slip away. And I'd already let Christa walk about one mile too many outta my grasp.
When I reeled her in, I was gonna pin her down and fuck her 'til my heart stopped. Just one night having her in my shadow was all I needed. Soon as I got her under me, that sexy, infuriating woman was never, ever going anywhere else as long as she lived.
“You sure you're ready for that? This shit's a lot to take in tonight, baby. We don't gotta rush anything – but you know I'm dying every fucking day I don't have you under me.”
My lips trembled. “I'm ready for anything after tonight.”
“Good,” he rumbled, sliding his hands down lower. I gasped when they caught my ass and squeezed – hard. “Because there's no fucking way I could wait another night without going off like a nuclear warhead. I'll get the blood and dirt washed off, and then we're going to bed. We're fucking tonight, baby. I'll give you the ten minutes it takes on the road to think about that. Let it sink in. Let it curl that pretty red hair. If you can handle it by the time we get to your place, then you'll handle the same goddamned way my dick's gonna be slamming you tonight.”
He squeezed me again, this time so hard my hips rolled forward. Big mistake. That V between my legs rocked into his hips, and I felt the massive ridge beneath his jeans I'd sensed a couple times before.
He was big, hard, and eager as all hell. All for me.
His lips crashed against mine. Hot, fiery, insatiable. His teeth sucked in my bottom lip and bit so hard he almost drew blood. I moaned into his mouth, craving his hurt, everything he wanted to give me.
He's right, I thought. No more bullshit. This is what I've bought, and I'm ready to pay for it with every inch of my skin. It's not an obligation. I wouldn't want him so bad if it was.
How long has it been since I've had a man? Years?
How long since it was a man like him? Never.
With a feral snarl, he released my ass, sliding one hand up my spine and fisting my red locks at their tips. “Give me another taste for the road, babe. I'm gonna be thinking about how wet and tight your pussy gets the whole way home.”
We kissed. Explosively. Desperately.
The cauldron on my lips that was quintessentially Rabid melted me from the inside out. His tongue found mine and pushed hard, pouring his seething lust into me, igniting my own – I withered. Surrender never felt so fucking good.
Nicole Snow is a sweet, unassuming young woman. You'd never suspect the deeply sensual, sometimes depraved fantasies raging behind her eyes.
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