Payback (Viking Bastards MC) Page 12

I give a grunt of laughter and nibble her earlobe and earrings. “I’ll get in there, don’t worry about that.”

  Even talking about it makes me harder than ever. I inch down her body, not wanting to break skin contact, but lust wins out.

  On my knees, I run my hand along the length of her back and slide my other hand between her thighs and play with her pussy until my fingers are drenched with her juices. I circle her, lubricating her with her come, and she shivers, uncertain, but before I’m finished she’s gonna want this as much as I do.

  “Feels good,” she mumbles, as I tease her tight hole, easing my finger inside her.

  “What about this?” I push in a second finger, stretching her gently, hoping it’s enough. “This feel good?”

  “Mmm.” She doesn’t sound too sure, and her body is tense beneath me.

  “Relax,” I whisper. “You’re gonna like this, I promise.”

  “I know.” From this angle, I can only see the side of her face, and she opens one eye and gives me a gorgeous smile. “First-time nerves, that’s all. I want you, Gage. I want this.”

  I’ve butt-fucked loads of chicks, but never a virgin, and last thing I want to do is hurt her. I back down the bed, my fingers sliding over her warm skin, and trail kisses along her thigh. She wriggles and gives a breathy sigh, and I shift to her other leg, using my tongue and lips to taste and tease.

  Her groan echoes through my head, and I trace the curve of her ass with my fingertips. “This view is awesome.”

  She chokes out a laugh. “Don’t you dare take a photo.”

  “Don’t need a photo.” I’ve got you. I reach for the lube. “Never gonna forget your sweet ass.”

  She gives a little huff. “That’s good to know.” There’s no hint of uncertainty in her voice now. “Don’t want to join Butts Anonymous.”

  With a lube-coated finger, I circle her. “No chance. You’ve a butt in a million.”

  This time she snorts with laughter, and my finger slides inside her easier than before. “That feel better?”

  She gives a soft groan and lifts her ass. “Not bad.”

  I tear my hypnotized gaze from her gorgeous ass and glance at her face. Her cheek is pink, her eye closed, and her mouth is open as she drags in a ragged breath. Never seen anything so irresistible in my life.

  I tease her a little more until her sweet gasps and little shudders are too much for me to handle. With hands that shake, I massage lube over my dick before I spread her ass cheeks. I’ve never wanted a girl as bad as I need her, and I guide my dick into her tight little hole. She goes rigid, and I tease her clit, mesmerized by the sight of my dick invading her ass. Christ, this is so hot. I push in a little farther—couldn’t stop if my life depended on it—and her tight, untouched muscles expand around me.

  “Told you I’d make it.” My voice is raw with lust, and she makes a strange noise in her throat, but there’s a half smile on her face. “Fuck, you should see this, baby. Your ass is the prettiest thing ever.”

  It’s torture not to ride her hard, nail her to the bed and hear her scream my name in mindless need. And sure, I’m going to do all that and more, but not tonight. Not when this is all so new for her. I screw my eyes shut, try to slow down, but the pressure’s building like an out of control volcano.

  A hoarse laugh flays my throat at the image, but does nothing to halt the inevitable. I wanted to make this last, savor it—hell, I wanted to keep going all fucking night.

  Tonight’s not that night. I grip her hips and slowly push into her, not all the way—hell, nowhere near—but enough. More than enough. And when she gasps my name, the whole damn world explodes.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Gage

  It’s not even six yet, and much as I want to spend the rest of the day in bed with Amelia, Hawk will be here soon to pick up the keys to the club’s truck. She’s still asleep as I ease my arm from beneath her head so I don’t wake her, and with her hair all ruffled and just the top of her naked shoulder showing above the sheet, I have the crazy notion to wrap myself around her again.

  She might be tiny and look fragile but damn, this woman can take everything I give. My dick, already at half-mast, throbs with renewed need as visions of taking her last night flood through me.

  I grit my teeth and edge off the bed before I lose my mind and sink into her gorgeous body again. Despite the discomfort of my early morning hard-on, there’s a weird kind of peace deep in my chest, and I don’t need to be a shrink to work out the reason why.

  She’s lying there in my bed.

  I grin and shake my head, still unable to drag my gaze from her as she sighs and snuggles further under the sheet. While I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve left chicks in bed while they’ve been asleep, it’s never been my bed, and I sure as hell have never been reluctant.

  Would she move in if I asked her to?

  The question hangs in my brain, and I frown as I pull on my jeans. Shouldn’t I be freaking the shit out at the thought of asking a chick to move in with me? Except I’m not. It feels right. Hell, maybe it’s the incentive I need to finally get around to fixing up the shitty kitchen.

  Pussy-whipped. Kat’s mocking voice echoes through my mind, and this time I don’t shrug it off. I don’t care. If being with Amelia is being pussy-whipped, then sign me the fuck up.

  The laughter’s still locked in my throat as I make my way out of the room and quietly shut the door behind me.

  I dig into my pocket for my keys and pull out the card she gave me last night. Amy Crane. She’ll never be an Amy to me. I grab my cell and swipe the barcode on the back of her card, and her website appears. Fuck, that’s professional. I go into the kitchen and scroll down the page. Seems like she’s writing a series about shape shifters. Hot shifters that, according to the blurbs, have a lot of dirty sex.

  Hooked, I click on one of her buy links. There are like eighty reviews for the book, and I skim through them, a mix of awe and disbelief curling through my chest.

  I wasn’t sure what I thought when she told me she was a writer, but seeing it all on the internet like this kind of makes it real. Even though I’d much rather watch a movie than read a book, I one-click and buy it. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so guilty about doing something in my life.

  My cell rings, a reminder from Hawk, and I curse. There’s no time for coffee now, and he’s already at the gate by the time I get downstairs.

  “Your girl okay?” Hawk glances at me.

  “Yeah, she’s fine.” I toss the keys at him. “The Wolves gonna sort Abbott?”

  “They didn’t say much. Said they wanted to talk to Ty face-to-face.”

  “Huh.” I guess it makes sense. Abbott was in Ty’s club, and Ty’s our VP.

  I walk with him to where his bike’s parked out front. “Have fun.” I grin when he gives me the finger. He’s helping his cousin set up her new business today, and needs the truck to move her shit.

  Amelia’s still asleep, curled up on her side, when I go back upstairs, but there’s enough light now to see the sprinkle of freckles across her nose, and man, they are such a turn-on. I grin and crawl up the bed, trapping her between my knees and fists, and drop a possessive kiss on her bare shoulder.

  She stirs, wriggling her body, but doesn’t open her eyes. I nuzzle her behind her ear and then gently suck on her earlobe, pulling the three silver hoops into my mouth. She makes a little humming sound, and it vibrates straight to my dick.

  “Morning, baby.” I inch the sheet over her tits, and her nipples are perky and irresistible.

  “What’s the time?” Her eyes are screwed shut against the light, and there’s a cute frown on her face.

  “Time for another fuck with my favorite girl.”

  Finally, she looks at me, a sexy smile replacing the frown. She’s all sleepy and soft and mine. “So long as you don’t want it up my ass again.”

  “I wouldn’t say no.” My dick strains against my zipper at the thought. “You said you liked it.”


  “I did. But more like a…” She pauses and lets out a long breath as though she’s thinking about it. “You know. A special treat, not to be taken daily.”

  “You do know you can’t have too much of a good thing, right?”

  “Greedy, aren’t you?”

  I push myself up, open my fly and shove my jeans over my hips. “Only for you.”

  Before Amelia, it’d never occur to me to say anything as dumb as that, but the way she looks at me, as though I’ve just given her the world, more than makes up for it. What does it matter, anyway? There’re only us here. No one else is gonna know she makes me think and say shit that under any other circumstance I’d rip out my tongue rather than voice.

  “That’s so sweet.” She trails her hand over my leather, and I don’t even mind that she thinks I’m sweet. I swallow a laugh, and she tugs on my cut. “Something funny?”

  “Yeah. You.” I pull the sheet off her so I can admire her body. She’s still lying on her side, and gives me the perfect view of her curvy ass. She might not be very tall, but she has killer curves. I cup her butt, but not hard. I just like touching her. “Roll over.”

  She stretches and slowly rolls onto her back, giving me a challenging smile. Like I care. As long as I’m inside her within the next five minutes, she can take me in her mouth if she wants.

  I kiss her, long and slow, raking my fingers through her hair. Her hands are all over me, scraping her nails over my leather, but she doesn’t try and pull it off me.

  We break for air, and she gives a breathless laugh. “God, that’s so hot.”

  I grab a rubber and sling her a grin. “You talking about me again?”

  “Doing this while you’re still wearing your cut. It’s so badass.”

  “I told you I’d bring out your inner bad girl, didn’t I?”

  She grips my leather and hauls me down to her. I brace my weight on my fists, holding myself above her so I can watch her face as she struggles to force me to her will. It’s crazy how much I like teasing this girl. I’ve never held off taking pussy before just so I could keep a fucking conversation going.

  “Huh.” There’s an evil gleam in her eyes. “You’ve unleashed a monster, honey.”

  It’s the first time she’s called me that. First time any chick has called me that, and I bask in it for about two seconds before she wraps her hand around my balls. And not gently, either. I groan, and my self-imposed restraint unravels.

  “You’re asking for it, baby.”

  “No,” she pants, and her fingers tighten like she’s on a nut-cracking mission. “I’m taking it.”

  “You’ll fucking cripple me if you don’t let go.”

  She doesn’t let go, but one finger explores behind my sac, and it’s too much. I grab her wrist, and with a smile of triumph, she releases me. “Don’t mess with a horny woman.”

  I choke back a laugh and pin her hand above her head. “Horny women are the only ones I mess with.”

  “I thought I was the only one you’re messing with.”

  She’s still smiling, but there’s a weird note in her voice as though she’s serious. Does she really think I’m still screwing around? I told her last night I hadn’t been with another chick since that night in the kitchen, and I thought she believed me. Guess I was wrong.

  The words lodge in my throat. I’ve never said them before, never even thought them, and I sure as hell never imagined I’d want to say them to a girl. She gnaws her bottom lip and gives me this sad kind of smile, and something deep in my chest cracks wide open.

  I lean in close. “You’re the only one I want. I’m not fucking anyone else.”

  “Okay, then.” Her voice is husky, and she blinks a couple of times like she has something in her eyes. “Same here.”

  “You better believe it. No one else touches you, you hear me? You’re my girl.” I’ve never meant anything more in my life.

  Her legs wrap around my hips, and I let her pull me down until I crush her sweet body beneath me. My movements are restricted with my jeans around my thighs, but my dick finds her pussy without any problem. Christ, she feels so good around me, slick and tight and all mine.

  She runs her free hand over my chest before gripping my leather. “You’re not really a badass.”

  I tighten my fingers around her captured hand. She’s right, it’s fucking hot having her naked while I’m in my leathers. “I really am.”

  “No,” she gasps, as she digs her heels into my ass. “You’re not, Gage. You’re really not.”

  I’ve no idea what she’s talking about, and right now I don’t care.

  “Sure, I’m a fucking angel.” That reminds me of something she said the night we met. “We’re both fucking angels. Ha.” Christ, my brain’s imploding with all this shit I’m saying, but I don’t care.

  She gives a breathless laugh as though she remembers that time, too. “It doesn’t matter, does it, what happened before? Nothing matters but now.”

  “Yeah, baby, that’s right.” I suck her nipple, playing her with my tongue, and I want to go slow, savor every second, but her writhing body is driving me over the edge.

  “Gage,” she gasps, all throaty and sexy, as she rakes her nails over my jaw. Her pussy convulses, squeezing me tight, and I can’t hold on any longer.

  “Amelia.” Her name fills my head, burns my throat, and I give her everything I have.

  I collapse on top of her, heart pounding, breath rasping, and it’s too damn good to move. Finally, she stirs, and I prop myself up on one fist and grin down at her. “Morning, angel.”

  “You’re a lot more fun to wake up to than my alarm.”

  “You need to work on your compliments.” I pull out and dispose of the rubber before hiking up my jeans. She’s lying on the bed, a sated smile on her face, and I brush a kiss across her unicorn before I rake my fingers through my hair.

  “Are you coming back to bed?” She flops one arm over my pillow, an irresistible invitation.

  But there’s something I need to get today, and while I have plenty of contacts who could come up with the goods, I want to do this in a way I never have before.

  Legit.

  “Sorry. Stay over tonight after your shift.”

  “Hmm. I guess I could.”

  “Stay for Christmas.”

  “Christmas?” She sounds as though she has no idea what I’m talking about, and it hits me just how much I want to spend that day with her.

  “My brother’s old lady’s putting on a spread. She wants us there.” Well, shit. Looks like I’ve committed us to spending a couple of hours with Zach and Grace. Somehow, if Amelia’s there, it doesn’t seem too bad.

  “Oh.” She pulls the sheet up, not looking at me. Is she blushing? “Well, I’d love to. Yes, sure.” She looks up at me. “That’d be great.”

  “Okay.” I stare at her for a couple of seconds, not sure what else to say. I feel like we’ve just gone to the next level or something, and I have no idea how to handle it. Maybe I’ll have to swallow my pride and ask my big bro for advice when it comes to getting serious with a chick. “See you tonight.” I can’t resist, and lean down to give her another lingering kiss. “Be good.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Amelia

  It’s almost nine before I get home, and I’m no closer to sorting out the crazy rabbit hole my life has become. This isn’t just a casual hookup. It’s serious, and my stomach churns with nerves as I open the front door.

  I know I still have to tell Gage who my dad is, but that’s not worrying me anymore. He already knows the name I grew up with, and that I’m used to the MC life. Sure, he might be pissed that I first took the job at Odin’s because I’d been sucked into Rex’s plans, but the fact he totally believed me last night, and didn’t even question me about the whole nasty “sleeping with the enemy” thing, is more than enough proof that I’m not just another chick to him.

  The biggest problem is telling my mom that I’m dating Axle Reynolds’s son.
She’ll never understand how I could do it. I don’t even blame her, because deep down inside I’m eaten up with guilt that I’m so crazy about Gage. I should hate him, the way I hate his dad and all the Viking Bastards for what they did, but he isn’t his dad.

  He’s the one I love.

  I groan and briefly press my forehead against the doorframe. What a great time to face the truth.

  “Amy, honey, is that you?” Mom comes into the hall, pulling on her coat. She works part time at the mall, and if I tell her right now what I’m doing, she won’t have time to hang around to argue the issue.

  “Hey.” I give her a weak smile and can actually feel my courage leaking out through my pores.

  She cups my cheek. “Are you okay?”

  “I’m fine.” I take a deep breath. “I’m, uh, spending part of Christmas Day with my new guy.” Okay, I couldn’t quite say his name, but one step at a time.

  “Oh.” Mom stands there for a couple of seconds, and it’s as clear as anything that she’s struggling with that bombshell. We always spend Christmas here together. Well, hell, who else would we spend it with? But it isn’t as though I’m not going to be here at all. Just for half the day. “Why don’t you invite him here? It’d be nice to meet him.”

  Yeah, right. I don’t think so.

  “It’s a bit soon for that, Mom.” I smile to take away the sting, but really, who takes their guy back to meet their mom that quickly? And I need to get to the point. “He belongs to an MC.”

  She stares at me as though I’ve just done something unspeakable. I know I have. But you can’t choose who you fall for, can you?

  “I thought you said he owns the bar you’re working at.”

  “He does. But he belongs to a club, as well.”

  “I don’t know how you could do that, Amy. After everything we’ve been through with the Wolves.”

  A hard knot forms in my chest. “I know. But I couldn’t help it.” I practically cringe. How lame is that?

  “All those lovely guys you’ve dated in the past, before you started all this writing. You could be married to Lucas by now, have your own house, everything.”