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The argumentative side of me has taken a backseat. It’s his pussy. He’ll get no complaints from me.
Jason’s fingers dig harder into my hips, his cockhead nestled snugly at my pussy lips. “You’re fucking right it is.” He plunges inside me, and I cry out as his groin presses flat against my ass again and again until I can’t see straight. The bedsprings groan with protest. I think we might break the bed; the headboard is knocking against the wall so hard. “It’s mine. You’re mine. And I’m gonna claim every inch of you.” Perspiration drips from his hair and lands onto my back, his palm sliding through the hot sheen of sweat on my skin, then his thumb rims my asshole. “Rub your clit,” he commands me, and I do as he says, licking my finger to ease the glide. “I want you to scream my name when you cum.” Warm moisture drips down my ass crack when Jason spits, then my ring of muscle burns as he pushes his thumb inside, my tight star relinquishing control with a silent pop.
My eyes fly open, and I see the figures standing at the door, their shaded eyes watching, and their bodies grinding together with vigorous hand movements against each other’s sex organs, letting me know they like what they see. It’s so hot. I didn’t think I’d like this, and now I’m shocked to learn I love it. Right now, I wouldn’t care where we were or who could see. Maybe I’ll feel differently when my orgasm wanes and reality crashes me back down to Earth, but somehow I doubt it. Jason drags me to the crest of oblivion and shatters me for the entire crew to see. I cum with a scream, his name tumbling from my lips at an ear-splitting decibel. Jason isn’t far behind me. He speeds his momentum, pounding into me like a rutting animal, his cock thickening inside me, fingers pinching my skin, his thumb lodged deep inside my ass. My drenched walls shrink around his pierced, vein-embossed length, feeling every nodule, every ridge, and sending sparks skittering through my loins. I fist the sheets as Jason jerks against me, pumping me full of his hot, viscous cream, then slumping over me breathless and spent.
“I love you, Kiera,” Jason utters as he holds me, wrapping me in his hot and sweaty embrace.
The figures at the door retreat, some going into the bedrooms and some going downstairs. Then Tex admonishes Dude for eating all his snacks, but even I know if things are lying around, they belong to the hound.
“I love you too,” I reply, turning my head to participate in an awkward kiss.
Jason kisses my shoulder, and I can feel his smile against my skin. “One day, when we can’t be accused of stealing anyone’s thunder, I’m gonna marry you.”
Mrs. Kiera Knight. I like the sound of that.
“Thunder or not, I’m already planning the wedding.” I turn to kiss him again.
We cuddle for a while and have one of those deep and meaningful discussions that only lovers share, talking about what we want out of life, and where we want our relationship to go. Jason gets emotional when he talks about his mom, and I know it kills him to think of everything the Jackals did to her. He mentioned wanting to kill all those responsible in a fit of fury, but Dan stopped him from shooting those who surrendered, reasoning with him about seeking retribution the right way. The lawful way. Jason is glad he talked him down because if he’d followed through with it, he’d be no better than Marcus. That’s one shitstain on Jason’s family tree he can’t wait to eliminate. But despite their cooperation with Mountview Police Department, there’s no mention of the Hawks on the news broadcast. It was like they were never there, and that comes as a huge relief to Jason. He and his guys are in the clear.
After a while we decide we can’t sleep. So, I wear one of Jason’s big T-shirts as a nightdress, and he puts on a pair of sleep shorts, then we join the crew downstairs. Tex turns off the news because it’s all about Booker’s arrest, and having seen enough of his ugly mug to last us all a lifetime, Tex puts on a music channel instead. I notice the sun coming up through the windows. Hustle orders food, and we’re all looking forward to sinking our teeth into breakfast burritos when Bodie calls to announce the birth of my niece, Mylee. Born forty minutes ago. Now all that’s left to do is for Bodie to contact our parents and explain his ass off because there’s no way in hell that I’m tap dancing onto that minefield. Not in a million years. I’ve already taken one for the team in more ways than one. Bodie can handle our folks. The cops can handle the douchebags of Mountview. Jason has everything handled here, including me. The only thing left for me to do is to file some paperwork and cash in the insurance policy on the garage. The sooner I get back on the tools, the better. I’m a girl who’s not afraid to get her hands dirty. My sexy biker boyfriend can vouch for that.
~ end ~
About the Author
Kelly Lord is a diverse, multi-genre author from England who writes a mixture of contemporary, paranormal, and fantasy romance, both poly and mono, with plenty of action, adventure, and an abundance of steam.
Links to my books are on my website: www.kellylord.co.uk
Thunder’s Shield
Jailaa West
ChapterOne
Thunder
The scent of gasoline and metal fills the air as I step into Ruff Ryders, the motorcycle custom body shop where I work. The clang of tools hitting metal echoes through the spacious garage, and the familiar faces of my fellow former MC club members greet me. I duck my head and hold my to-go coffee cup tight enough to slosh the liquid inside, but I keep walking to my workstation. Storm, Rayne, Lightning, and Hail all have grins on their grease-streaked faces as they welcome me.
“Hey Thunder, what’s up, man?” Storm asks, his eyes crinkling with amusement.
“Nothing much, just ready to get started,” I reply with a nod, taking in the familiar sights and sounds of our shop.
“Really?” Rayne drawls the question. “After you drink your Coff-Tea coffee, right?” A knowing smile splits his face as he crosses his tattooed arms over his chest.
“How are things at Coff-Tea Cups? I bet you couldn’t tell me a single thing about the shop. When you go, all you see is Arabella,” Lightning chimes in with a wink.
He’s not lying, so I press my lips together to hold back a response. Anything I say can and will be used against me with these guys. I roll my eyes, shaking my head as I try to ignore their teasing. I’m used to it by now; they’ve been giving me a hard time about Arabella for weeks. But I can’t help the way I feel when I’m around her. From the first time I walked into Coff-Tea and saw her working behind the counter, I felt the air crackle with electricity, and for a moment, I forgot where I was and why I had come. If I’m Thunder, she’s my lightning, lighting up everything inside of me in ways I never expected, and all without saying a damn word. She never flirts, gives only small half smiles, and then scoots back to the kitchen where she bakes pastries.
I live for those half smiles. I was never much of a coffee drinker. Coffee was a necessary drug, taken to help me get through long drives. But now I’m freaking addicted to the stuff. Coffee and her.
Hail chuckles. They’ve, no doubt, continued making fun of me while I drifted away on thoughts of her. “Seems like Thunder’s got a thing for the Coff-Tea barista. Can’t blame him though, she’s a knockout.”
Another truth, Arabella is stunning. Her skin is the same rich mocha color as the coffee they serve. Her hair curls around her face in a short style that softly grazes her neck. But it’s the dark eyes that draw me. They pierced my damn soul like spikes, and now I’m hooked.
I try to hide my embarrassment, but my cheeks heat up when they continue laughing at me. I flip them the bird and take a long sip of my coffee. Storm saves me when he claps his hands together and says, “Alright, boys. Let’s get to work.”
We all head over to the bay, eager to begin our custom chopper build. We debate over the best parts for the bike and discuss our vision for its final look. As usual, Hail insists on using the best and most expensive parts, proclaiming, “Nothing but the best for our customers.” Storm argues for practicality, perhaps just to get a rise out of Hail, acknowledging that the quality of our work is what truly attracts customers from all over the country.
