July 8, 2019

All Or Nothin’ (The Soldiers of Wrath MC: exclusive novella)

All or Nothin’

The Soldiers of Wrath MC: Exclusive Novella

Sam Crescent and Jenika Snow

ALL OR NOTHIN’ (The Soldiers of Wrath MC, 6.5)

Sam Crescent and Jenika Snow

Published by Crescent Snow Publishing

Copyright © June 2016 by Sam Crescent and Jenika Snow

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First E-book Publication: June 2016

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Authors Note

All or Nothin’ is a novella featuring short stories from past Soldiers of Wrath MC characters. In this exclusive novella, readers will get a “Where Are They Now” look into the lives of Demon and Deanna, Joker and Amy, Steel and Eloise, and Shakes and Daniella. Because these are stories about past characters, this is not a standalone, and all previous books in The Soldiers of Wrath series should be read first.

Demon and Deanna

Chapter One

Demon had never thought his life would be filled with so much happiness. He never thought he’d have a good woman by his side, a female he loved so fucking much and would do anything for. And he sure as fuck never thought he’d have a son.

He leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms over his chest as he watchedhis old lady, Deanna hold their son. She fed him, humming softly to Ty and running her fingers through the light tuft of hair on his head. It had been several months since they’d brought him home from the hospital and he was doing so damn well. Every day Demon couldn’t believe what a lucky fucking bastard he was to have Deanna and Ty in his life.

“You going to watch me in silence or come in here and change his poopy diaper?”

He lifted his gaze from Ty and looked at Deanna. She was staring at him, smiling. “What?” he said and straightened.

She was finished feeding him and fixed her shirt before standing and walking toward him. With Ty on her hip, their son smiling a big gummy grin as he looked at Demon, all he felt was love.

“You’re not getting out of changing a poopy diaper again,” she said, chuckling.

“You’re just so much better at it than I am.” He winked at her. “How do you know he even needs changed?”

She snorted, kissed Ty on the head, and handed their son to him. And then the smell hit Demon. “Oh shit.”

“Exactly.” She patted him on the shoudler andmoved past him but stopped before she disappeared down the hallway. “I’d just give him a bath and be done with it all if I were you.”

“You sure you want to go out tonight?”

Deanna just lifted her hand and waved.

He stared at her over his shoulder. She grinned and left him standing there with Ty pulling at his hair and babbling in his ear. Looking back at the baby, he exhaled. “Well buddy, it’s just you and me. Mommy thinks I got this down, but what she doesn’t know is I’m scared shitless sometimes.”

Ty cooed.

He kissed the baby on top of the head. Hell, even the shitty diapers, sleepless nights, and not getting the kind of sex he used to have with Deanna, Demon wouldn’t change this life for anything.

****

“You sure you’re up for this?”

Deanna looked over at Eloise and smiled. “Girl, I have been ready for this since we brought Ty home.”

Eloise, Daniella, Elena, and even Amy had come out for a surprise girls’ night out. But Daniella, being pregnant with Shakes’ baby, was due any day now, and she was worried she’d have the baby right here in the middle of the strip club.

“I can’t believe I am actually at a strip club,” Elena said, but her eyes were wide and she had a smile on her face.

“Look at me,” Daniella said, her hand on her oversized belly. “I am about to pop, look like a beached whale, and I’m about to see dicks swinging around.”

All the girls laughed.

They weren’t drinking, and their men knew where they were at—although they had been pretty annoyed over that fact. They were here to let loose and have a good time, and if that meant half naked, buff men in thongs dancing around stage ensured that, well, Deanna was all for it.

The lights dimmed and all the women in the club started to holler, screaming for the guys to come out.

“Oh God, I feel like I’m in Magic Mike,” Eloise said.

Deanna smiled and stared at the stage. She had a sexy man at home, they all did, but this was just exciting. Getting out of the house was good for her too. Since bringing Ty home, and all the stress of him being a premature baby and not knowing how well he would do, Deanna needed this.

The music started playing and the room erupted in even more chaos. The first show was a man dressed as a cowboy, wearing only a thong, leather chaps, a hat, and holding a lasso. He gyrated his hips in tune to the music, and the women held their hands out, dollar bills shaking in front of him.

Deanna laughed and clapped as the song ended and he left the stage.

“And we have a treat for five special ladies tonight,” the announcer said, and the spotlight shined right on Deanna, Amy, Eloise, Daniella, and Elena. Deanna’s heart stopped as she looked around.

“What in the hell is going on?” Eloise asked.

“I don’t know, but I have a funny feeling about this,” Amy said, smiling and shaking her head.

And then the stage lights flashed on, the music started and their men came on stage in only G-strings.

“Oh. My. God,” Daniella said, but all of them pretty much murmured the same thing.

Deanna felt her eyes widen when she saw Demon, Joker, Steel, and Shakes, and Striker start dancing. They thrust their hips out, their cocks barely restrained by the thin material of the thong.

The club was erupted in a chorus of shouts and whistles, and Deanna couldn’t help but feel pride.

“This is unexpected and a little strange,” Eloise said,” but damn do our men look good up there.”

Yeah, they do.

Chapter Two

What the fuck was he doing? Demon swung his hips from side to side, trying to get into the beat of the music. Throughout the whole of his adult life, he’d been feared, respected, and had women panting after him. Deanna comes into his life, and he’s so fucking pussy whipped that he was now flashing his junk for all to see. 

None of his boys could stand to see their women watching another man’s dick. He was more than happy with what he had, and he was going to make sure that Deanna was screaming his name. But he wanted Deanna happy, and he’d do anything to ensure that.

Jumping down from the stage, he shoved the table out of the way, grabbing his woman and tugging her up against him. She hadn’t lost all of her baby weight yet, and she was so fucking soft. He wanted to keep her pregnant, wanted her full with his babies. 

Deanna had turned into a horny woman, but what he couldn’t stand was living with the fear of what could happen. He almost lost her and Ty. There was no way he’d live with himself. 

“What the hell are you doing?” she asked but was giggling. 

“I’m giving you the time of your life.” He pressed his thigh between her legs, and started to rub over her crotch. “Are you wet for me?” he whispered against her ear.

“Who is looking after Ty?”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Who?”

“Zeke—he stopped by to spend time with Daniella. When he realized she was out, I took advantage, making him take care of Ty. He’s going to be a grandpa soon enough, so I may as well put him to good use.”

She had wide eyes and looked worried, but Demon wouldn’t have left his son with a man he didn’t trust.

Zeke was many things, but a cruel father wasn’t one of them. Over the time they’d known each other, Zeke had shown him as much. Demon had witnessed how much he loved Daniella, his daughter. Zeke was a force to be reckoned with, and yet to his little girl, he was like melted chocolate. 

“Come on,” he said. 

Demon knew the owner of the strip club, and he’d already arranged it so that he could use the office. Weaving his way around the tables, he pulled Deanne behind him. 

Once inside the office, he pressed her up against the door, slamming his lips down on hers. She melted against him, and he shoved his fingers into her hair, holding her tightly in place. Loving her mouth, he listened to her moan, and he plundered her with his tongue.  

Sucking her bottom lip into his mouth, he kissed down to her neck, nibbling over her pulse.

“It’s supposed to be girls’ night,” she said, panting. 

“It is girls’ night, only you’ve got me to fuck at the end of it.” Releasing her hair, he ran his hands down her body, cupping her tits, which looked ready to explode out of her shirt. Pulling the straps down her body, he flicked the catch of her bra and captured one of her nipples. 

There was no milk as she had expressed it earlier for Ty. He didn’t mind. His son needed to be well fed. 

Flicking one nipple, he teased the other before leaving them to open the catch of her jeans. 

“Your ass looks so fucking good in these pants.” He gripped her hips and turned, pressing her back until her ass hit the desk. Lifting her up onto it, he roughly tugged off her jeans. “Spread those pretty thighs for me.”

“What has come over you, Demon?” she asked, her voice breathy from her pleasure.

It felt like they hadn’t fucked in such a long time. He’d given her time to recover from giving birth to Ty. It had been fucking stressful, and it had made him sick to his stomach and so damn worried. If he was being honest with himself, he was terrified that if he tried to fuck her, he might have hurt her. 

“I want you. I can’t wait anymore.”

“I’ve told you it has been safe for weeks.”

“I don’t give a fuck. I’m the judge of what is better for you, not some pansy-ass doctor with a limp-wristed handshake.” The moment the doctor hadn’t given him a firm handshake, Demon had found someone else to assess his woman. The club was part of him, but Deanna was his whole world. He could live without the club, and he’d walk away if ever he had to, but Deanna, she was his for life. 

Kneeling down before her, he saw her pretty pink pussy. Her clit was swollen, and she was soaked. 

“Have you missed me, baby?” He swiped a finger through her slit, touching her cream. “Fuck, Deanna, you’re dripping wet.” Demon didn’t give her a chance to respond as he flicked his tongue from her cunt up to her clit, circling the hard bud. 

She screamed his name, and it was the most precious sound he’d heard in a long time, after his son’s. 

“That’s it, baby. Take what you want. Let me see you enjoy me.” He plunged his tongue into her cunt, fucking her. 

The taste of her was only heightening his arousal and need for her. His cock already rock-hard and ready. Removing what he wore, he fisted his length. He’d be patient for his own pleasure. 

Before he fucked her hard on the desk, he was going to make her come first. 

“Feels so good.” 

“Do you want my cock?”

“Yes, I want it. I’ve been begging for it.”

She had as well. 

It had been hard to refuse her, but he’d done what he had to do. 

Now, the reprieve that he’d given her was over. Demon was going to fuck her so damn hard she couldn’t walk for a week. He was going to claim his woman, his old lady, his wife, in every single way that mattered and when he was done, he was going to do it all over again. 

Chapter Three

“I want you so fucking badly.” Demon said on a groan and started thrusting against her pussy. The feeling of his hard cock against her slick folds had a moan leaving Deanna. It had been so long since they’d been together, and although it felt like the first time every time with him, even after all these months, right now was explosive.

“Fuck me already. Please.” Deanna emphasized the last word, and he groaned against her mouth.Right now she just wanted to feel him pushing into her, stretching her, and claiming her like she knew he did when with her. The feel of his big erection had her insides clenching and a fresh wave of wetness coming from her pussy. Deanna wanted to feel so incredibly full she couldn’t stand it, couldn’t breathe or wrap her head around it.

And then he was reaching between their bodies, taking hold of his dick, and placing it at her pussy entrance.

“You’re mine, baby.” All she did was nod.

He rubbed his cock along her cleft, up and down, and bumping her clit with every upstroke. “Fuck, you are so wet for me, so primed. You’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?”

“Yes, Demon,” she moaned the words out.

She felt his dick throb between her legs and felt her slickness slip from her pussy and cover his shaft. They held each other’s stares for several long seconds, and then they crashed their mouths together. Hair was pulled, flesh was nipped at, and groans spilled from both of them. Images of them together, skin wet with sweat, muscles stretched and taut from straining, filled Deanna’s head and had her rubbing herself on him. Taking matters into her own hands, she grabbed his cock and shifted so she had his tip angled right at her entrance just right.

“Fuck me,” she said with more demand. Demon chuckled.

“Greedy little thing.”

He lifted her off the ground easily, moved them backward, and she felt the cool wall greet her back. He held her body up with one hand on her ass and placed his other hand on the wall beside her head, his strength immense. The tip of his cock became lodged in her body now, and they both breathed out roughly.

“You feel so fucking good up against me, baby.”

“It’s been too long,” was her reply.

“I’m going to fuck you so good and hard.” When he slid in another inch, stretching her so damn good, he snapped his mouth shut and closed his eyes. Demon groaned and clenched his jaw hard enough she saw the muscles working beneath his stubble-covered skin.

He ground his teeth, and the sound shouldn’t have been as erotic as it was, but it told her he was losing control.

She moaned against his lips and clenched her pussy around his shaft. “You’re making me feel so full, Demon, so stretched.” She panted. “I want you to fuck me hard.” 

He rested his forehead against hers, and they breathed heavily against each other’s mouths, both of them so damn lost in this moment. “You feel so fucking good. God, you’re so damn wet and hot.” In one swift move he was buried fully inside of her.

She let her head fall back against the wall behind her and closed her eyes. It felt like she was burning alive, like hewas burning her alive. He started moving in and out of her, faster and harder, and she couldn’t wrap her head around the pleasure of it all.

Christ, Deanna baby it feels so fucking unbelievable.” He pumped into her.

Feelinghim so far inside of her that there was no part of her body that he wasn’t touching stole any coherent words or thoughts from her. He curled his arm around her waist, his biceps flexing from the power he wielded, and she wrapped her legs around his hips tighter, stabilizing herself. With Demon’s hand by her head on the wall, he started moving in and out of her with more fervor.

The sounds of their flesh slapping together, of her wet skin moving along his in a very filthy, erotic way, had her pleasure mounting. The sounds that came from her were loud, clipped. The root of his cock rubbed against her clit every time he slammed into her.

“Yeah, baby, that’s it. Squeeze my cock, make me come while you get off.” He ground the words out and closed his eyes for a second before he opened them again and stared at her. Sweat beaded his brow, and he made this low growly sound when he slammed into her especially hard. Demon kissed her until she felt like her lips would bleed, but Deanna wanted more. She always wanted more from her man. The burn of her back rubbing against the wall heightened her pleasure, and she felt her climax mounting.

“I’m so close,” Deanna gasped out the words.

“Yeah, baby, I want to see you come, want to feel you milking my cock until I fill you with my jizz.” He reached between them and pressed his thumb to her clit. He rubbed the bundle of nerves back and forth, kept that pressure right on her until she was swiveling her hips on him, trying to have him go impossibly deeper into her body. He pressed his mouth to her ear, had his cock deep in her pussy, and had his thumb on her clit. His breathing was short pants, and she could tell he was close to getting off too.

The wet, sloppy sounds of their sex filled the room and aroused her even more, if that were possible. 

“You’re mine, Deanna baby. Mine.” He slammed into her twice, applied more pressure to her clit until she was about to come once more.

“Tell me you’re mine.” He was thrusting like a madman now, in and out, faster and harder, and she got so lost in the sensation, and the scent, and power that came from him, that she felt herself falling over the edge once more. She came long and hard, and heard him groan against her neck.

“Demon, yes.”

“Say it.” He growled out the words like a beast set free.

“I’m yours.” She gasped out, and he slammed into her. “I’m only yours, and will only ever be yours, Demon.” Her back scraped up the wall, and the pain made her cry out even harder from the pleasure. The world was falling away, and lights flashed in front of her vision. This was her man, the one person she loved so much it hurt. They’d been through a lot of shit together, but Deanna knew that as time went on their bond would only grow and strengthen.

Chapter Four

“I can’t believe you came to the strip club for me,” Deanna said. Her orgasm slowly ebbed away. Demon didn’t leave her alone, and after his performance not only on the dancefloor but also on the desk, she didn’t want to leave just yet either. 

“One day you’ll see that when it comes to you, I’ll do anything. The guys, none of us can stand to see our woman looking at other men.”

Deanna giggled. “If I’d known you were going to show me a good time, I’d have never left the club.”

“You want alone time, all you need to do is ask and I’ll provide it for you.” He kissed the top of her head, which was so touching, he made her ache. “Love you, baby.”

“I love you too.”

She snuggled in close, loving the peace and quiet of being in his arms and not wanting it to end. However, their son was at home with someone she wouldn’t have allowed babysit her baby. 

“Don’t worry about Zeke.”

“How did you know that is what I was thinking about?”

“I know you. You tensed up in my arms and the only reason you do that is if you’re not happy. I’d never put our son in danger. You’ve got to believe that.”

She sighed. “I do.”

“Then what’s the matter?”

Looking up at him, she pursed her lips. “It’s Zeke. He threated my life and Ty’s life.”

“I know—he didn’t follow through with it. We’ve all come to an understanding. The Soldiers and Zeke.”

“It still sucks though.” She blew a raspberry. “I’m ready to go home.”

“Come on, let’s go and see what everyone else is doing.”

Demon helped her get dressed, kissing her, touching her. Each little caress only served to make her more aroused. She wanted him so much again. This was one of the many things she loved about being married to Demon. He was such a loving person, at least to her he was. If anyone was to call him out on his love, he’d hurt them. 

Once they were both dressed, and she noticed there was a change of clothes in the office for Demon. He must have already planned ahead to make sure there was some clothes for her. 

“You really didn’t like me going out?”

“It wasn’t that. If you were going to be looking at any guy’s dick, it was going to be mine.” He grabbed her hand, tugging her back against him. “Love you, Deanna. It’s never going to change.”

Together they made their way out toward the main part of the strip club, only to find all of their friends gone.

“Well I guess they had plans of their own. Come on, let’s head home.”

****

“Thanks for watching him,” Demon said, seeing Zeke out. Alessandria was already in the car, waiting.

“It was my pleasure. I’m going to need all the help I can get. Everything is okay with you and Deanna?”

Demon chuckled. “Besides her being nervous about the guy who threatened to kill her watching our son, everything is fine.”

Zeke nodded. “I’m not going to be threatening to kill.”

“Alessandria keeping you tame?”

“You could say that. Good night, Demon. Enjoy the rest of your night.”

Closing his front door, he flicked the locks and made his way up toward the nursery. He found Ty being fed, and he leaned against the doorframe, waiting for her attention. 

“What do you think?” he asked. 

“Ty’s alive and well, so I guess I overreacted.”

“Only overreacted?”

“I don’t know. It’s hard to trust a man who is happy to kill whenever the mood takes him. I’m surprised Steel isn’t sleeping with a gun.”

“Daniella would never kill Steel. She’s not like her father. Time changes people, baby. People change. Look at me, I’m faithful, settled, and have a son. I can tell you, without you, I wouldn’t be the same person.”

“No, you wouldn’t.”

“Should you be feeding him?”

“I didn’t have any alcohol—I’m fine. He woke up, and I changed his diaper. Zeke wasn’t too bad.”

“Should we make him a regular babysitter? He needs the practice.” Demon winked.

Deanna laughed. “That would be kind of funny to watch, the great and powerful Zeke caught feeding, changing, and burping babies. It would be so funny.”

“You’re a vixen.”

“You love me like that, admit it.”

“I can’t deny that you turn me on.”

“I love tonight,” Deanna said. 

“You don’t think I barged in on girls’ night? Pissed you off.”

“Oh you barged in, without a doubt. I can’t complain though, I liked it. Besides, there’s no one else’s dick I’d rather see than yours. I think you’re kind of hot.”

“Only kind of hot? Woman, do you want me to show you right now how hot I am?”

“No, come here,” she said, holding her hand out for him to take. He made his way into the room and moved behind her. Looking down, he watched his son getting fed, feeling so damn proud and full of love. 

“I couldn’t live without either of you,” Deanna said. 

Stroking Ty’s head, Demon knew exactly what she meant. “I made a vow to love and protect you for the rest of our lives, and that is exactly what I’m going to do.”

After Deanna finished feeding their son, Demon took him. Resting him against his shoulder, he rubbed his back. 

“I love our family, Demon.” 

He reached down, cupping her cheek. “Anything you want from me, Deanna, you only need to ask. I will go to the ends of the earth to get you what you want.”

She rubbed her cheek against his hand and sighed. “Just be you, Demon, love me, and I’ll want nothing else.”

“So damn easy to do.”

He went to lean down to kiss her, but Ty rewarded him with a burp and a little vomit, cutting the kissing short. 

“You’ve have to take a raincheck on that kiss.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it stored with many things you’ve not been doing lately.” She gave him a wink and handed him a towel. “I intend to collect all of them at once.”

In that moment, Demon knew Zeke was going to be babysitting a hell of a lot more.

The End

Joker and Amy

Chapter One

Amy stepped out of the club. The chill in the air caused by the wind that blew by at that second. She was aroused, her body hot, and every erogenous zone in her body screaming for her to be claimed by her man.

Amy’s pussy got so damn wet at the memory of seeing her man up on stage shaking his shit for her. True, he’d had a tiny little thong on and looked uncomfortable as hell, but he’d sucked it up and done it because he loved her.

But the crowd had been insane after the guys stopped dancing and Demon took Deanna away from the chaos. She’d had to get out of there before she got trampled by a bunch of horny women wanting a piece of the men they could never have. She reached in her purse for her cell, needing to call Joker, find out where he was, and have him take her home and fuck her. Hell, maybe she wouldn’t even have him wait until they were home. Maybe she’d have him fuck her in the back of her car, or better yet on the side of the club where anyone could see them.

Before she could dial Joker’s number the feeling of someone grabbing her around the waist and of being pulled back against a hard, huge chest, had her gasping out. She was spun around, looked up into her man’s face, and grinned. Yes, the predatory gleam in his eyes was exactly what she wanted and needed right now. It also was a plus he was rock-hard, his cock pressing against her belly.

“You ran off,” he said without phrasing it like a question and started walking them backward.

“It was insane in there. All those women wanted a piece of you guys. It was funny to watch but dangerous.” She smiled and pressed closer to him., really sandwiching in his cock against her body. He groaned deeply and moved them further to the side of the club where only one streetlight was. The gleam from that light barely penetrated the darkness, but that was okay, because it made this situation even hotter.

The cold, rough surface of the wall met her back as he pressed his chest against hers. “I want to fuck you so badly, baby.”

She moaned and arched into him. “Then fuck me.” Joker was the only man she’d ever loved, the only person she’d trusted implicitly. It had always been them against the world, even if it had taken a long time for them to realize that.

He slid his hands down her hips and around so he was cupping her ass. “Don’t tempt me, baby.” He gripped the edge of her dress and slowly dragged it up until it was bunched around her waist. And then, as they stared at each other for just a second, everything else faded away. He dropped down to his haunches, pulled her panties down her legs, and blew a stream of warm air along her folds.

A gasp of pleasure left her.

His swallow was audible and the groan that followed was deep and filled with an arousal that matched her own frantic one.

“Seeing you on that stage, and knowing how much you probably hated it but did it for me, was such a turn on.” She speared her hands in his hair.

“Everything I do is for you, baby.” 

“Spread your legs for me, Amy. I want to see what I’ll be eating out.” She did as he asked and then felt him grip the back of her knee and bring it over his shoulder. His mouth was suddenly on her pussy, his tongue parting her folds as he ate her out.

A cry of pleasure left her, and although she heard people right around the corner, she didn’t care if they heard. Hell, she didn’t care if they saw. That was unlike her, but right now she was so high from her arousal and pleasure that nothing mattered but being with Joker.

With his hand on her ass, he started to squeeze at the same time he dipped his tongue into her opening. Joker fucked her with his tongue and the rough scrape of the exterior club wall on her back added a hint of pain to the unbelievable ecstasy he brought her.

“That’s it. Just let go for me, baby.”

He started rubbing her clit back and forth, and she knew she could get off far too soon if he kept it up.

“Come for me,” he murmured against her flesh, rubbing her clit harder, and mouth fucking her pussy faster.

And then she came for her man.

A low, keening cry left her and she tightened her fingers in his hair and shamelessly ground herself against his face. His deep moan sent vibrations through her pussy.

“So good, Amy.”

All she could do was nod. 

She knew the hold she had in his hair was tight, but she couldn’t help herself.

When her pleasure started to dim, Joker gave her pussy one last long lick and stood. He kept his hands on her ass, clenching the mounds, making her hungry for more. She could still feel his hard cock between them and wanted all that flesh pushed deep inside of her, stretching her, making her submit.

Joker was a dominant man, wanted things his way, but she held the power.

“I want you.”

She nodded again, speaking without saying words.

He pressed his lips against hers, ran his tongue along the seam before plunging into her mouth. She tasted herself, and it was a potent flavor that had her moaning in his mouth. 

“As much as I want you, right here and now, I need you in our bed, spread out for me and submitting.

Yes, that sounded exactly how she wanted this night to end.

Chapter Two

The trust Amy showed him only made Joker more in love with her. She was following him in her car, and as much as he wanted her sitting beside him, the wait only made his anticipation to have her that much greater. He drove all the way back to their place where he intended to make her scream his name.

Once he pulled the vehicle into the driveway and Amy did the same behind him, Joker was out and moving toward her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close to his body.

“I can’t believe you all shook your asses on stage for us,” Amy said giggling.

“Did you see the way Demon reacted?”

“I did, but I also noticed they didn’t stay around for long. I think we don’t need any clues as to what he has planned.” She leaned in close and pressed her lips against his neck. “I love you, Joker.”

“Baby, there are no right words, none strong enough, to describe how I feel about you.”

She sighed, resting her head against his chest. 

Years of therapy had gotten them to this moment, and Joker relaxed in his seat, calm, happy, content to have her close to him. 

He’d always loved Amy. 

Her past was one of the worst he’d ever heard of, and he’d killed the man who had almost destroyed her. Joker had relished in the destruction he’d brought to the man who hurt her. Zeke had admired his handiwork, and Joker had even worked to kill those Zeke wanted dead. 

“Did you enjoy tonight with the girls?” he asked. 

“You didn’t leave it too long to come and take me,” she said. 

“Blame Demon. He wouldn’t have anyone else shaking their ass for his woman.”

“Like you’d allow it?” she asked. 

He glanced down at her to see her brow was raised. “You’re right. I’d kill anyone who tried to show you what I’ve already got.”

She released a little moan, one that he’d only ever heard when he’d been teasing her, driving her crazy. “You know, there’s something I’ve been meaning to try.” She stroked his cheek and slowly, she started to move her hand down. 

His cock thickened as he felt the direction her hand was going. “What are you doing, Amy?”

“Do you trust me, Joker?” She cupped his dick, running her palm up and down the length. 

“You know I do.” She’d said the exact same words that he spoke many times during sex. It had taken him time to build the trust for her to give herself to him. Fuck, he loved this woman. He loved her more for her strength and her power to endure. 

“Then, how about I give you a little present.” She took his hand, led them back to the vehicle, and once inside she started to work his pants open, flicking the button, then sliding down the zipper. 

“Fuck, baby, are you about to do what I think you’re going to do?” 

“Um, I don’t know. What do you think I’m going to do?”

His little vixen was intent on sending him into an early grave. 

She pulled his dick out of his pants and ran her hand from the base up to the root and then down again. The smallest of touches from her hand set him on fire. 

“You’re so hard, Joker. What do you think I’m going to do?” she asked. 

“Baby, just put it in your mouth. I don’t know how long I’m going to last if you just keep playing with it.” He’d been the kind of man who knew restraint but right now, he couldn’t do it. There was no way for him to hold in the pleasure. Gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white, he hissed out as her lips covered his cock. 

The warmth of her mouth lowered from the head going down until he hit the back of her throat. Her tongue glided over his length, and he pulled up, moaning as she did. 

Amy didn’t stop though. She sucked his dick as if her life depended on it. She slid her hand into his pants to cup his balls. Leaning back farther, he gave her enough access, to give him whatever she wanted to. 

Holding the steering wheel with one hand, he sank the other into her hair, wrapping her curls around his fist. 

She pulled off him. “Am I doing it right, baby?”

“You’re doing it more than okay.”

He groaned as she took him back in, only this time she started to swallow his length. 

Joker didn’t know how much longer he could take. Her lips were heaven, and this wasn’t what he had planned. When it came to his woman, he couldn’t deny her anything. 

All she ever needed to do was bat her eyelashes at him, and he was putty in her fucking hands. 

The club knew it as well. 

“Damn, Amy, your lips are fucking heaven.” He thrust his hips up into her mouth, moaning as she swallowed more of him. 

His balls were so damn tight, and he felt the stirrings of his orgasm. “Baby, stop. If you don’t stop I’m going to fill your mouth with cum.”

Amy didn’t stop, and she wouldn’t ease up even as he tugged her hair. 

“Fuck, baby, fuck.” He came, filling her mouth with his cum. He felt her mouth working his cock, drawing the cum from him, and swallowing it down, every little drop. 

Time passed, and finally she sat up, wiping the back of her hand. “Did you like that?” she asked. 

Cupping her cheek, he ran his thumb across her lips before claiming hers in a hot, searing kiss. He didn’t care that he tasted himself on her lips. 

Every new thing with Amy was like a step toward victory. She was constantly growing in confidence. The demons she had fought all her life had started to disappear. 

Joker loved her no matter what. Even if she never got rid of her demons, he’d still love her. 

“I love you, you know that?”

She smiled at him. The smile that reached her eyes lit up his whole world just to see. 

“I know. Why do you think I just did what I did?”

“I don’t know. Why?”

“I wanted you to spend a little more time on me.” She took his hand and pressed it between her thighs. Her pussy was soaking, and she wriggled on his hand. “I need you, Joker.”

His woman never went without. 

Chapter Three

Before Amy knew what was happening, Joker had her out of the car and they were striding into their home. After the front door was shut Joker pulled her body in close to his and started kissing her at the same time he walked them backward and into the kitchen.

“This is about you, and I’m going to make sure you feel so fucking good, baby.” Before she knew what he was doing he had her lifted off the ground and placed on their kitchen table. A gasp left her at the sudden movements, but then he had her naked from the waist down in a matter of seconds, and was on his knees in front of her.

“This is about you, and licking this sweet little cunt while you scream out in pleasure will be so fucking good for me too.” Joker placed both his hands under her ass, pulled her so her lower half hung off the edge of the table, and blew a stream of warm breath along her pussy.

The feel of his tongue on her exposed flesh had her eyes involuntarily closing and her head falling back against the table. A moan left her and a groan came from him, vibrating against her body.

“That’s it, give it to me. I won’t torture you for long, baby.”

His tongue did wicked things to her body, and she curled her fingers into her palms. Joker ran his tongue up her center, sucking her wetness off and causing more to come. He was so incredibly slow with his ministrations that she found herself pressing closer to him, trying to tempt him to give her more, to fuck her with his cock instead of his tongue.

She reached down and grabbed handfuls of his hair, pulling him closer to her.

“Fuck me, Joker. I need that big cock of yours.” She opened her eyes and blinked several times.

And then as if his words did something to him, he removed his mouth from her and leaned back, looking at her. The arousal still pounded through her bloodstream … she needed so much more.

“You want what I have to give you?”

She nodded.

“Then place your arms above your head and you will keep them there.” His tone brooked no argument.

Amy did as he asked because this was what she wanted. She wanted her man to dominate her, because he was the only one she trusted in this capacity.

When she clasped her hands together he moved back between her legs and resumed licking her. The act was so erotic, that she knew she’d come soon enough. His tongue moved up and down her slit, teasing her nub on the upstroke, and pressing minutely into her hole on the down-stroke.

“Yes, Joker,” she gasped the words out. Her legs shook with the need to come. She was close, but Joker was holding off. And then he pulled away from her, quickly undid his pants, and pulled his cock free. He placed it at her entrance, and in a swift move he was buried deep inside of her body. She gripped her fingers together, keeping them above her head like he’d ordered. It felt so good to be filled by him.

Air left her lungs in moans and gasps, and she couldn’t stop thrashing her head back and forth.

“Yes, I’m going to come,” she all but screamed out, and Joker started fucking her harder.

In and out.

Faster and harder.

He was a madman as the sound of flesh slapping together filled the room, as the sight of sweat lining his brow filled her visions.

“I’m close too, baby.” But he slowed and her orgasm dimmed before it peaked.

“Please, Joker, oh God, please.”

“Do you want to come, baby girl? Do you want me to let you get off?” 

She knew what he wanted. He wanted her to beg for it, more than what she had already been doing, and by God she was not above it. Because this was the type of man Joker was, and the man she was madly in love with.

“Please. Please let me come.” The words left her on a whoosh of air and she locked gazes with him. The look he gave her had her entire body tightening and had her pussy clenching around him until he grunted.

“God, I fucking love you.” And then he started fucking her hard and fast, his fingers clenched tightly into her body.

She came explosively, stars dancing in front of her vision and her blood pressure rising. “Joker,” she cried out his name and bit her lip hard enough she tasted blood.

“That’s it, baby,” he grunted out the words and she felt his whole body tense. He came, filling her with his cum, stretching her pussy so good it hurt, and claiming her in only the way Joker could.

When both of them were sated Joker sagged against her and moved his hands under her body, holding her close to him. They stayed like that for several moments, and then Joker pulled back and cupped her cheek.

“Hey,” he said and smiled, her big strong biker so gentle with her even when he was dominant.

“Hey yourself.” She cupped his cheek in return.

“I love you.”

She smiled. “And I love you.”

“I want you to have my baby.”

His words took her back for a second but then joy filled her. They’d been through a lot of shit and if not for Joker being there for her and helping her get through the rough patches, she didn’t know what she would have done.

“But no rush. I don’t want to freak you out—”

“I want that too, Joker.” She smoothed her fingers over his cheek. “I want to have your baby.”

He pulled her in even tighter, stood, and just held her suspended, his strength immense.

“It’s you and me against the world, baby.”

Yeah, it sure was, and God did that feel good.

The End

Steel and Eloise

Chapter One

“I said I wasn’t going to enjoy looking at any other guy,” Eloise said. 

Steel still wouldn’t listen as he pulled her along behind him. They had exited out of the back of the strip club, and now they were walking toward his car. Eloise had been looking forward to girls’ night. She didn’t need the male strip club, but whatever; it had been fun. Also, she loved how it annoyed Steel, and he went all Dom on her ass. There were times she disobeyed him just to make him put her in her place. There was nothing better, for her, than the feel of his hand on her ass, punishing her. 

Even now as he was leading her away, she was getting wetter, knowing it was only a matter of time before she felt him. 

“You still went, and I saw the way you were looking at me. I was your piece of ass. Did you enjoy my show?”

“Yes, I did.”

“Good, now it’s time for you to put on a show for me.” He lifted up a blindfold, and she pressed her thighs together to try to control her need for him. What was it about Steel that made her so wet?

“Yes.”

“Do you trust me, Eloise?”

“Yes. You know I do.” She licked her lips and stared into his eyes. This man she loved more than anyone—and anything. 

“I can see it in your eyes, you want to get fucked, don’t you, baby?” He cupped her cheek, running his thumb across her bottom lip. 

She couldn’t resist, and so licked his thumb, and he groaned. “I need you, Steel.”

“Suck it.” He pressed his thumb inside her lips, and she sucked him in deep, wishing it was his cock so that she could give it all the attention he deserved. Reaching out, she cupped his dick, rubbing him through the denim of his pants. He was so long, thick, and big.

He pulled his thumb out of her mouth, and she turned around. 

Steel placed the blindfold over her eyes, and she shivered as the darkness closed around her. The trust she had in Steel was absolute. 

He helped her into the car, and she had to rely on all of her other senses to trust him. Steel entered the car and turned over the ignition. They were pulling away from the club, and she pressed her hand against her pussy. 

“Don’t touch yourself, Eloise. You know that is my job, and I take it very seriously.”

She moved her hands. 

Every part of her was so sensitive. Her breasts felt heavy and her pussy slick. She wanted him, and going out tonight had only stirred the monster within him. 

“Do you know what you do to me?” Steel asked. 

He’d asked her that question many times, and she loved the answer. She consumed him. Every part of his day, he thought about her. She was the first thing he thought about when he woke up and the last thing he thought about when he went to sleep. Nights of being wrapped in his arms warmed her up. 

“I’ve got an idea.”

“Eloise, you belong to me. That means you don’t get the pleasure of seeing another man’s dick. Not only that, I have told you if you need anything you should come to me.”

“It’s a girls’ night.”

“And you should have encouraged them to go to the movies.”

She could have, but all of the girls had agreed it was time to keep their men on their toes. They were bikers, used to a life of being unpredictable. She didn’t want that. No, she wanted Steel to be kept on his toes, to always be wondering about her. She was never going to risk another woman taking her man, not that it was ever possible. Steel loved her, and she loved him. 

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

“Good, and now you’re going to take your punishment.”

She shivered. What did he have in store for her? 

The excitement consumed her. 

They drove for what felt like miles but was in fact only a few minutes. The car was parked and he climbed out, helping her out as well. 

The sounds of the night surrounded them, and her pussy was on fire. What did he have in store?

“Do you trust me, Eloise?” he asked again. 

“You know I do.”

“Good.”

They started to walk, and she knew they were not heading toward their home nor the clubhouse. 

Suddenly, she was pressed against a tree, and rope was being tied around her wrists. 

“What’s going on?” she asked. 

“I’m going to give you a punishment you’ll never forget.”

They were out in the open, and she trusted Steel, so they were either near the clubhouse or their own home. 

Both of her arms were bound, and she was held against a tree. Biting her lip, she tried to hear everything Steel was doing. 

“You’re so beautiful in tight jeans, and this shirt brings out your eyes,” Steel said, fingering the fabric. “However,” he tore her shirt open and pulled it down her arms, “with you, I think you look much better naked and completely at my mercy.” He tore the fabric off her arms followed by the bra. Her tits spilled out, and he cupped them, rubbing the tips with his fingers, creating a delicious glow of pain from his touch. “Fuck me, Eloise, you look so fucking sexy. You drive me crazy.” He pressed his face against her neck, and he sucked on the skin, groaning as she melted against him. “You’re perfect for me.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He fingered the button of her jeans, and he must have knelt down as his warmth was gone. 

The blindfold was still on her face, and the rough bark of the tree rubbed against her back. This was so damn hot, and she was on fire for him. 

She stepped out of her clothes, and Steel ran his fingers up her body, stroking between her thighs. “What is this I’m finding,” he said, stroking over her pussy. “You’re so wet, Eloise. Have you been thinking dirty thoughts about your Dom?”

“Yes.”

“I’m wondering if you didn’t do this on purpose?”

“No, I didn’t, Sir,” she said, the lie easily spilling from her lips. 

“You’re a bad liar, but that’s okay. I’ve clearly been neglecting my little sub, and it’s now up to me to make sure she feels looked after.” 

Chapter Two

“Are you ready for me, baby?” Steel sounded guttural and harsh, like he was ready to fuck her into submission.

“I’m always ready for you, Sir.”

He made this deep sound that sent shockwaves right to her clit. “You’re such a good girl, so obeying.” He smoothed his hands over her chest. “Tell me what you want. Tell your Dom what you desire.”

 “I want you to fuck me, Sir.”

He groaned and ran his tongue along her top and bottom lip. She shivered in response, so ready to be claimed by Steel.

“Please, Sir.” Eloise didn’t care if she begged. Hell, she knew Steel liked it.

He pressed closer still, and she felt his hard, bare cock against her belly. He’d gotten undressed, and the fact they were both naked in the middle of nowhere made her so horny she could have screamed for him to fuck her already.

“You want to touch me, to see how hard I am for you?”

“Yes, Sir,” she managed to wheeze out.

“Do it, baby.”

She reached between their bodies and grabbed his big, hard, and hot dick. Her mouth dried further. Steel was a big man, and his cock was no different. Even after all this time he still stretched her so damn good.

“You see what you do to me, how hard you make me?” He had his mouth pressed to hers. “I am so fucking hard for you, baby. You’re making your Sir so primed to fuck you raw.”

A gasp of pleasure and excitement left her.

“You feel hard enough to drive nails through steel, Sir.” She felt him grin against her mouth.

“Only for you.” He thrust into her grasp, and she moaned. She felt pre-cum line the tip of his dick. “Go on, jerk me off. Show me what a good, obedient girl you are.”

Eloise smeared the slick fluid around the crown with her thumb, breathed heavily as sensations traveled through her, and started jerking him off.

“I want you right here with me.”

“I am, Sir.” The words were breathy as they came from her. Steel went back to running his tongue over her lips, and she pressed her hand more firmly on his dick.

“You want some pain with your pleasure, baby girl?”

“God, yes, Sir.”

He groaned against her mouth, and in the next second had her turned around, had his hands on her hips and pulled her back against his erection.

She felt him spread her ass cheek with a hand and then run the tip of his dick over her slit, bumping her clit with every stroke.

Up and down, up and down. 

She dug her nails into the bark. “I need the pain, Sir.” He didn’t make her wait long.

Teel started spanking her ass, harder with each passing second. Every time his palm landed with the cheek of her ass, she felt her pleasure rise. Over and over he erotically abused her flesh, and she felt the blood rush to the surface.

“So fucking gorgeous,” he murmured and smacked her especially hard that a squeak of surprise left her. Before she could catch her breath, Steel had her turned around again and tore the blindfold from her eyes. It only took a second before her vision cleared, and once it did she saw the arousal covering his face.

“I want to see those pretty lips of yours around my cock.”

Her mouth watered, and she immediately went to her knees, wanting to do this, needing to. She clenched her thighs together as the tingling and pressure in her pussy intensified.

He reached out and ran his thumb along her bottom lip and gently pulled her flesh down. “Suck me now.”

His shaft was hard and pointing right at her face, and her mouth watered. Eloise wanted that thickness in her mouth and wanted the tip hitting the back of her throat, making her gag, making her eyes water. Not thinking and just acting, she lifted her hand and cupped the heavy weight of his balls, her heart racing at the massive weight in her palm.

 “Don’t make me tell you again, Eloise.”

She opened her mouth but kept her gaze on his face. When the tip of his erection brushed along her lips, he made another gruff noise and moved his hand behind her head so he could grab a chunk of her hair, making it hurt a little. He pulled her farther toward his dick until she was forced to take all of him in her mouth. Mouth stretched wide and lips wrapped fully around his length, Eloise felt tears start to form in the corner of her eyes.

“That’s it, baby, suck me until I come.” He tugged at her hair until pleasure and pain coalesced with each other.

What she couldn’t reach with her mouth she got with her hand. Eloise stroked the root of his dick at the same time as she hollowed out her cheeks and sucked on him hard and thoroughly. Soon he was thrusting his hips forward and retreating, skull fucking her like a wild man.

Back and forth.

In and out.

Harder and faster.

Eloise was starving for Steel, but she also knew she’d never get enough.

Chapter Three

Fuck!

He wasn’t going to last. Eloise’s mouth was just too damn perfect, and with the pain from the bark biting into her flesh, it was making her so hot and horny. His cock was about ready to explode. 

“You want my spunk?”

She moaned her answer. The vibration sent pleasure rushing up the length of his cock. She was so perfect. He wanted her. This need for her never faded. If anything, it only got worse. Eloise called to him. They completed each other. Eloise needed to be dominated, to be controlled, and he had to be the one in charge. They were peas in a pod, yin and yang, and all that kind of shit. 

Wrapping his fingers in her hair, he pumped his cock into her mouth and tried to hold back his orgasm, but it was just too much. Eloise was taking him deep in her mouth, swallowing him down. The pain was driving up her pleasure, and he fucked her mouth hard. 

“I’m about to come, so you better swallow every single drop of this, baby.”

She murmured something against his cock. 

Steel smiled and then groaned as the first wave of his cum flooded her mouth. Like a good, hungry little sub, she swallowed him down and lapped up his cock. 

Eloise milked him dry, and he let her continue to tease his cock until he couldn’t stand it anymore and pulled out of her. 

She stared up at him. Her eyes were glazed, her lips puffy from being wrapped around his cock. She was so horny. He imagined her cream was dripping down her thighs. 

“Are you wet for me, baby?” he asked. 

“You know I am. I need you, Sir.”

Nibbling her lip, she bowed her head, looking ever part the submissive woman. His cock twitched, and even though it would be some time before he actually got it up again, he knew he’d be fucking her well into the night. This next time was all about her. 

Releasing her binding from the tree, he held onto her and slowly lowered her to the ground. He tucked his cock away and moved between her thighs. 

“I love you,” she said. 

“You’re my entire world. You’ve got no idea what I feel for you.”

“I’ve got an idea, and I still love you anyway.” She lifted up and pressed a kiss to his lips. 

“Now, lie down and keep your hands behind your head.”

“You’ve gone all bossy again.”

“Don’t forget who is in charge here.”

“I won’t, Sir.”

He shoved her thighs open and cupped her naked pussy. She was soaking, dripping wet, and his mouth watered for a taste of her. Sliding two fingers inside her, she stretched around his digits, and he thrust them inside her. This was one of the things he loved about Eloise, she was always so responsive and ready for him. Kissing her lips, he slid his tongue down her neck, sucking each beaded nipple into his mouth. He bit down hard, making her arch up and scream his name. 

Steel loved it when she was crying out for him. The pleasure and pain combining to send her over the edge. 

Lavishing each nipple with equal attention, he also added a third finger inside her wet cunt. 

She kept arching up, trying to make him go deeper inside her, but he held off, forcing her to wait. 

“I need you, Sir,” she said. 

“I know, baby.” 

He kissed down her body, biting the flesh of her body, relishing her gasp of pain. 

That’s right, baby, it’s all me.

Finally, he released her creamy cunt and held her thighs open wide. Staring down, he saw the jewel of her clit and took it into his mouth. He sucked her clit hard, using his teeth to gnaw a little. 

She writhed beneath him, panting, begging, and filling the air with her delightful sounds. 

Releasing her clit, he flicked his tongue down to fuck inside her tight cunt. One, two, three, he pulled out, and went back to her clit, enjoying every moan, every quiver, every shake. 

Her body was the best way of finding out if he was doing something right. 

Spreading the lips of her sex open, he tongued her clit, going from her hole to her clit, circling her bud, and then sliding back down to plunder her pussy. The taste of her was exquisite. 

He would never get bored of the taste of her. 

She truly was amazing. 

“Are you going to come for me, Eloise?” he asked, muttering the words against her pussy. 

“Yes, Sir, please, let me come.”

“Come for me, Eloise. I want to hear you scream for it.”

He used his finger, pushing inside her and twisting them so that he stroked over her G-spot. He flicked, sucked, and tongued her clit until she gave him exactly what he’d been waiting for. Her pleasured screams were exactly what he wanted. 

Only when she begged him to stop by screaming out her safeword, did he do it. 

Releasing her slowly, he moved up her body and smiled down at her. “Hey, beautiful.”

Her cheeks were nice and flushed. 

“This has to be one of the best nights with you.”

“Maybe I should shake my naked ass more often.”

She chuckled. “I don’t think so. I didn’t like the way those other women were staring at you. You’re all mine, not theirs.”

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ve only got eyes for you.”

****

Eloise lay next to Steel, her body sore in all the right places, and her head lightheaded for the pleasure that still coursed through her. She loved Steel so much, and even if he was hard around the edges, and she knew he could be very dangerous to the wrong people, she also knew he’d never hurt her. He’d always protect her, love her unconditionally, and without him in her life she felt like she was missing a part of herself.

“Do you know how much I love you?” she said softly. With her head on his chest she heard the steady beat of his heart, and it lulled her.

“Do you know how much I love you?” he said in return.

She rose up and looked at him.

He pushed a stray piece of hair off her shoulder and smiled at her. “You’re my everything, and I’d kill for you, baby.”

She knew this, all of it, and she loved hearing Steel tell her this. He told her a lot, and it cemented her love for him, made her feel as if she had the world in her palm.

“And you know I’d rip a bitch’s eyes out that thought she could have you.”

Steel grinned. “Even though I don’t think you have a mean bone in your body, the fact you said it makes me pretty fucking proud.”

Oh she would have no problem going up against someone who thought she could take Steel from her.

“But you don’t ever have to worry about any other bitch, because you’re my number one girl.” He grabbed her hand and placed it right over his cock … his hard cock. “You’re the only one that can make this monster stand at attention, and nothing will ever change that.”

She grinned, her body lighting up for her man. “That better be how it is.”

“Now, let me see that ass, baby girl, because I’m going to make it nice and red with my belt.”

“Yes. Sir.”

The End

Shakes and Daniella

Chapter One

Daniella stared at the TV, the tub of ice cream resting on her belly and the spoon halfway to her mouth. But before she took another bite she put the spoon in the tub and put the ice cream aside.

“Shakes,” she called out.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Can you bring me some water? I think I ate too much ice cream. I’m not feeling well.”

Shakes was by her a few minutes later, a glass of water in his outstretched hand. “What’s wrong?” he said, worry clear in his voice and on his face.

“I’m fine, if you consider being as big as a whale okay.” She was teasing, of course. She was so happy to be pregnant, even if her feet were swollen, she couldn’t exactly see them anymore, and her boobs were huge and sore.

“Baby, you’re fucking gorgeous.” He sat down beside her and grabbed one of her feet. “Lay back for me.”

She did as he said, sighing when he started rubbing her feet. Closing her eyes and not stopping the moan that spilled from her, Daniella let herself sink farther into the cushions. “You can’t possibly know how good that feels.”

Shakes chuckled and continued rubbing her feet for the next ten minutes. It was only when the baby kicked that she realized she’d woken up. Placing her hand on her belly, Daniella started rubbing, the little jabs a little more painful than usual.

“Hey, you okay?” Shakes said, the worry back in his voice.

“Yeah. The little one is just really rolling around in there.” She smiled and opened her eyes, hoping to ease his worry. “Help a big pregnant lady up so she can pee?”

Shakes helped her up, and she kept a hand on her belly.

“Man, the baby is really having a field day in there.”

“Maybe I should call the doctor?”

She shook her head. “Shakes, I’m fine.”

“Well, maybe I should call your dad.”

“Why? All he’ll do is hover over me and worry about me, like you are.” She smiled and leaned forward, rose on her toes, and kissed him.

Making her way toward the bathroom, she shut the door, and just as she was about to sit down to do her business a gush of wetness soaked her panties. Oh. God. Had she just pissed herself? Looking down, she saw the clear fluid dripping down her inner thighs. Snapping her head up and looking at her reflection in the mirror across from her, she knew what in the hell was going on.

“Oh shit. Shakes.” She screamed out his name.

The bathroom door flew open and slammed against the wall.

“What? Everything okay?” Shakes looked scared as hell as he scanned her body, his focus stopping on her legs. “Baby, you couldn’t make it to the toilet?” He was all seriousness as he asked, not making fun of her, but looking confused. It was only after a few seconds that realization covered his face. He looked at her again, his eyes wide. “Oh fuck. Is this it, Daniella?”

She nodded, knowing her eyes were just as wide as his. “This is it. The baby is coming.”

****

Shakes wanted to drive safely, but fuck, he was scared as hell. “You still doing okay, baby?” He glanced over at her. She looked calm, collected. She looked the total opposite of how he felt.

“Shakes, calm down. I’m fine,” she said and smiled, but he saw the way her face grimaced after she spoke and saw her hold her belly. “I’m good. It’s just a contraction.”

He took a turn and cursed when he came up on a red light.

“Don’t break any traffic laws. It’s not like the baby will be born in the car,” she teased.

Fuck, he hoped not. No way did he want his woman giving birth to his baby in this filthy fucking SUV. “Hold it in.”

She looked over at him shocked, and he realized how fucking insane it sounded when he said it.

“Hold it in?” And then she laughed. “I’ve never seen you this frantic.”

Yeah, he was pretty fucking frantic right now. Hell, he even had beads of sweat on his forehead.

He just hoped he got to the hospital in time.

Chapter Two

“Help. We need some fucking help. My wife is having a baby.”

Daniella frowned as she stared at Shakes. Considering she was the one about to give birth, shouldn’t she be the one going crazy? Shaking her head, she followed behind him, gripping her back. The most embarrassing thing to have happened to her was her water breaking, and Shakes thinking she’d peed herself. Seriously, what kind of guy thought that? 

“Come on,” he said, rushing back toward her with a chair to roll her in. 

A nurse came toward her, and Daniella smiled at her.

“How are you feeling?”

“My contractions are about ten minutes apart.”

“Let’s go and check you out in triage.”

The next fifteen minutes were surreal as Shakes rushed around, ordering, growling, and generally being a big pain in the ass. 

Gritting her teeth, Daniella grabbed her husband’s hand as the doctor looked to see how far she was dilated. 

“You shouldn’t worry. I’d say we’ve got a good while to go yet. This one is not ready to come out just yet.”

“What?” Shakes growled the word, making Daniella wince. 

“Seriously, honey, quiet down.”

“Check her again,” Shakes said. 

“That’s fine, thank you.” She tugged on Shakes’s arm, glaring at him. “Seriously. It’s bad enough that a stranger is looking at my vagina, but you’re demanding he look again. I’m the one that has to have a human being coming out of me. I can’t believe you.” She grinned, because deep down she liked seeing him this frantic. It was cute.

“I want him to be sure.”

“They know what they’re doing, Shakes.” Daniella frowned. “You’re sweating.”

“Yeah, because you’re in labor.”

“So? Women have been doing this for a long time.”

This was not going how she imagined her labor to go. She expected Shakes to keep his shit together while shepanicked. This was just a horrible nightmare. 

“Are you okay?” she asked. 

“Yes. Of course.”

He was lying.

“How about you call my father. I’m sure he’d want to know I’m labor.” She ran her hands across her stomach. He kissed her head and disappeared out of the door. 

“First baby?” the nurse asked, smiling.

“Yes, is it so easy to see?”

“The dads are always a little frantic. It’ll get easier.” Daniella couldn’t help but find it funny that the nurse spoke her own thoughts. All parents were the same when it came to childbirth.

“I hope so.” If her father was here he might be able to keep Shakes in line, or at least keep him busy and his mind off panicking. 

****

“What are your credentials? Why are you not dealing with my daughter? She’s in labor, and you’re sitting around doing nothing about it.”

Daniella dropped her head into her hand. Getting her father had been a huge mistake. Why did she even try to make this an easy process? Shakes and Zeke stood at the base of her bed, glaring at the doctor and nurses. 

“I’m really sorry. Where they come from this is not a normal everyday occurrence. Please, forgive them,” Daniella said. 

“Forgive us? They should be lucky I don’t have their jobs for this.”

“Dad, enough,” she said. 

Over and over he went, badgering the poor doctor and nurses. He was giving her a headache just by listening to him. 

“I’m the one that is pregnant. I’m the one that is having a baby. Could you please stop hassling everyone? I can’t stand it.” Daniella let out a breath and rubbed her stomach.

Her father came to one side of her, while Shakes came to her other side. 

“What is it?” Shakes asked. 

“We’re about to have a baby, and it’s no different from any other woman. Please, just stop being so demanding and protective, and just concentrate on me. You’re a real sweetheart when you do that.”

Shakes leaned in and kissed her. 

“I know what I’m doing, honey,” Zeke said. 

“Dad, please don’t be your usual bossy self. Try to be a regular father who doesn’t kill people, okay? I don’t think I can handle you threatening my doctor. I need him to get this baby delivered.” She nodded, trying to get her father to agree. 

“You’re right.”

“I know I’m right.” She held onto Shakes’ hand as another contraction hit, harder than the last and far more painful. This one hurt a hell of a lot worse than the last.

Relaxing back on the bed, she panted, trying to gain her composure. “What were you doing tonight?” Daniella asked, looking toward her father and trying to focus on something other than the pain. 

“I was with Alessandria.”

“Is she okay?”

“Yeah, she wanted to come tonight but I told her to stay at home. She’ll come after the baby is here.”

Daniella nodded.

Shakes gripped her hand, and she kissed him.

“He lost it,” Daniella said, laughing. “I’m going to be able to torment him for the rest of his life over this.”

“You torment me enough as it is,” Zeke said.

“It’s what we’re here for, to be tormented by the women in our lives.” Shakes grinned.

“See, baby, you’ve got to get used to it.” She chuckled. 

Another contraction started to build up, and she gripped both men’s hands as the pain consumed her. She cried out, whimpering. “Oh. God.”

She didn’t know if she could stand another contraction, not if they were only going to get worse. They were getting closer together and more painful. 

Come on, little one. Come to Mommy and Daddy. 

Chapter Three

Shakes was in fucking pain just watching his woman in labor. He wanted to be the one to make her feel better, to make her not be in so much agony. Hell, hewas wincing just watching the expressions on her face when she had a contraction.

“God,” she said, her face covered in sweat as she glared at him. “You have no idea how much this hurts. I should hate you for doing this to me,” she said, but he knew she didn’t mean it, the pain making her say this shit. He held her hand and she squeezed it with a force he’d never felt from her before.

“The baby will be here soon,” he said, trying to ease her. “You’re doing so well, Daniella baby.” He brought their conjoined hands to his mouth and kissed her knuckles. He looked back at where the doctor was getting ready to deliver their baby.

“I can’t wait to meet the little one,” she said, the smile on her face genuine.

Shakes pushed the strands of her hair away and smiled back.

“God, here comes another one.” She groaned the words out and tightened her hand in his.

“You’re doing so well, Daniella.” The doctor was the one to speak as he positioned himself at the end of the bed, getting ready to deliver. “You want to see your baby being born?” the doctor asked Shakes.

Shakes felt sweat cover his forehead, his nerves so fucking strained. He nodded though and leaned to the side to look between Daniella’s legs. Damn, he felt like he’d pass out for how lightheaded he was.

He’d called the club and he knew they were out in the waiting room with their old ladies. Although they knew they were having a little girl, Shakes was still scared something would go wrong. He couldn’t help the worry but tried to play it cool for Daniella’s sake.

“Here comes the head,” the doctor said and started saying medical jargon to the nurses. Shakes stared in wonder and awe when he saw his little girl’s head. She had a thatch of dark hair, just like him, and he felt his grin widen.

“Keep pushing, Daniella,” a nurse said.

“You’re doing great,” another nurse said.

He tightened his hold on Daniella’s hand.

“Want to see your baby, Daniella?” the doctor asked, and Daniella rose up with the help of the nurses. Daniella started crying as the doctor brought a mirror so she could see the baby’s head.

“A couple more pushes and your baby will be here.”

And then Daniella was pushing. After what seemed only like a few moments Shakes watched in fucking awe as his daughter was born into the world.

She was so tiny, her body pink, her mouth open as she gave a shrill cry.

The nurse took their daughter, started checking her, weighing her, and after several minutes they brought their baby over to them.

Shakes couldn’t help it. His eyes started watering.

“Five pounds, nine ounces,” the nurse said. “She’s a little thing.” She handed the baby to Daniella.

Daniella held their daughter, and Shakes reached out and smoothed his finger along her tiny brow.

“What should we call her?” Daniella asked.

They’d been going back and forth on names, but ultimately he was letting it be her call. “How about we go with what you wanted?”

She smiled. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, baby.”

She looked down at their daughter and smiled wider. “Welcome to the world, little Harley.” She kissed their daughter on the forehead. “She looks like you, Shakes.”

Yeah, she did.

“Hopefully she’ll grow out of that.”

Daniella chuckled.

“I’m going to tell everyone the good news.”

Daniella nodded.

He gave her one more kiss and left. Shakes headed toward the waiting room, and when he stepped through the doorway, he saw all the denim and leather taking up the space. That filled his heart that his family was here for this. Everyone faced him, anticipation clear on their face.

“Five pounds, nine ounces, and we decided on Harley for her name.”

There was a loud chorus of cheers. The guys came up one at a time: Joker and Amy, Steel and Eloise, Striker and Elena, and finally Demon and Deanna.

Everyone took a step back for their President. Demon clapped him on the back, the grin wide on his face. “Welcome to fatherhood, brother.”

Shakes couldn’t help the fucking grin he sported on his face.

And then Zeke stepped up to him and the room went silent.

Zeke stared at him a second before speaking. “I know you’ll take care of my girls,” Zeke said in a low voice beside his ear. “If not I know where to find you.” Zeke clapped him on the shoulder, but Shakes knew Zeke could be a cold motherfucker when it came to protecting what was his.

“No worries. I’ll protect mygirls with my last breath.”

Zeke nodded once, and Shakes knew they were on the same level concerning this. 

Shakes would be ready to beat some assholes down if they tried fucking with his little girl. “She’s not even going to think about dating until she’s at least thirty.”

The crew started laughing.

The Soldiers were all family, and his little girl was now part of that connection. She’d always be protected; not just by him, but the men that were here right now.

Yeah, no little motherfucker would think about messing with her, and damn did that put his worry to rest … at least a little.

The End

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  1. Keena said:

    It would be great to get books like this two or three times a year! I love catching up on the lives of the characters in your serial books!

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March 8, 2017

Exclusive first chapter of Affliction!

Chapter One

The sweat running down the valley between my breasts was reminiscent of fingers moving along me. I was hot, my body flushed, my heart racing. Everything in me felt alive, ready to tear through my skin like another entity wanting to escape.

I was drunk, and I felt incredible.

The bodies pressed tightly against me, moving sexually, suggestively, made me feel even better. It made me feel alive. I moved with them, swaying to the music, inhaling the scent of sex and alcohol that seemed to surround me. I was sure a lot of people would be fucking tonight. No doubt it would be dirty, their inhibitions having been left at the club as they took home a random person. It would be the kind of sex that drunk people had, sloppy, carefree.

I wasn’t a good girl. I didn’t follow the rules. And my life was less than memorable. I lived like today was my last, because for all I knew it would be. It could be.

I came to this club when I couldn’t stand the box that was my life, the one that was sealed tight, no airholes, no light getting through the crack. I got wasted, danced until my body was covered with sweat, my muscles sore, and some poor, hard-up frat guy got off in his jeans by grinding against my leg. I was a wreck in many ways, and I had no doubt that people assumed I was slutty by the way I dressed, by the way I moved on the dance floor.

But how I dressed and acted didn’t make up who I was: a virgin who was lost, who had no one, nothing. I was an inexperienced woman who came here and danced because I wanted a little bit of release…the only kind I ever got. How I felt here was like being consumed by the water, of being helpless but weightless, of being sucked down to the very bottom where no light was permitted.
I wasn’t light. I was darkness wrapped up in a five-foot-five frame, with dark hair, a wild streak, and no one to stop me.

Maybe I was a contradiction to myself, a lost girl who didn’t know what she wanted in life. But it’s who I was, how I got through each day.

I embraced it, knowing that maybe my upbringing made me this way, that having an absentee mother, a drunk for a father, and a penchant for getting slapped on occasion by said parents had shaped the woman I now was.

I wasn’t broken, but I was damaged.

Or maybe it had nothing to do with my parents or what I didn’t have growing up: love. Maybe I was just born this way.

Either way I didn’t try and stop it. I didn’t try and change.

“You look good out here dancing, girl.” The feeling of a guy behind me, of his hands on my hips, his hard cock digging into my lower back, had dual sensations moving through me. “You feel good,” he said again, his voice thick, aroused, slurred from the no doubt many drinks he’d consumed. “What’s your name.”
I thought about lying, pretending I was someone else. Instead I said, “Sofia.”

The truth.

I wanted him to get off, because knowing I had that kind of control, that kind of power, fueled me. But on the other hand I felt disgust, mainly for myself. I felt and smelled his hot, liquor-laced breath along my neck. I shivered, and the way he groaned made me assume he thought it meant I was into this.

I wasn’t, but I didn’t stop from grinding on him.

I lifted my hands, closed my eyes, and just thought about something else. I wasn’t here, wasn’t trying to get this guy to come in his pants. I was far away, so distant that nothing could touch me. I was the one who had control, and that control made me feel free, alive.

“Come home with me. Hell, let’s go back to my car.”
I shook my head. He needed to shut up.

“Come on, girl.” He ground his dick against me again. He felt small, even though he was hard.

“No. Either shut up and dance with me, or go find someone willing to go home with you.” I didn’t even know if he heard me over the rush of the music, but if he said one more word, I’d just go get a drink.

He tightened his hold on my hips, digging his small dick into my back. “I bet you’re wet for me right now, aren’t you?” His breath was hot, humid. It was acidic and I gagged.

I was bone-dry, not even the teasing of arousal playing over me. I never felt anything when I danced with these guys. It was what made me feel free, made me feel powerful in an otherwise unstable world. I might not have any kind of control with my personal life, with my finances, with anything that could ground me, but at this club, where the drinks flowed, the sex was potent, and my power was immense…I was the one in charge.

I’d been called a dick tease, a bitch, whore, a cunt…any and all of the above. None of that mattered. They were verbal bullets, and in this club I wore my bulletproof vest.

I pushed away from the guy and made my way to the bar. He was either cursing me out or had hopefully moved on to someone more receptive to what he was actually after. But when I got to the bar, the people crammed together, shouting, lifting their hands to get one of the three bartenders to come their way. I decided tonight was done. I’d hit the bathroom, then call a cab.
Pushing my way through the throng of bodies, the air stale, humid, the heat suffocating, I said a silent prayer that the line to use the bathroom wasn’t up the ass. But there were still a few girls ahead of me. I leaned on the wall, resting my head back against it, and stared up. I noticed the video camera aimed right at me. There were several in this hallway, two in the back, one pointing at me, and another aimed at the dance floor.

I had no doubt there were a dozen more at other locations. Although this place was wild on most nights, it also had a reputation for being safe—well, as safe as a nightclub could be. It had just been renovated by the new owner over the last year, a man I’d heard rumors about, and one I never wanted to meet.

Dark and dangerous. Violent and psychotic. He’s not a person you want to meet in a dark alley. He’d just as soon slit your throat for looking at him the wrong way.

Rumors, of course, but it was those words, whispered by everyone and anyone, that told me there had to be a little bit of truth behind them.
I feel sorry for anyone who pisses off Cameron Ashton, because he’ll solve that problem with a shovel and a six-foot-deep hole.

Pushing off the wall when it was my turn inside, I used the facility, went over to the sink to wash my hands, and stared at myself in the mirror. The girl who stared back looked sad, and not in an emotional way. My reflection showed a hot mess. My eyeliner was starting to smear under my eyes, pieces of my dark hair stuck to my temples, and the lipstick I had on, once red and vibrant, now looked dead and colorless.

I finished in the restroom, pushed my way through the crowd, and finally opened the door that led outside. The cool night air washed over me, and I involuntarily closed my eyes, moaning softly. It felt good out here, the crush of bodies and heat a distant memory the longer I stood here.

The alcohol that had once numbed me, clouding my head with the nothingness, started to clear. Maybe I hadn’t been as drunk as I’d thought. Being behind those doors was like another world. The lights, music, the people trying to get off any way they could, brought you down low to a depraved, sticky and disgusting level. It’s what I loved.

I needed to get home now, had work in the morning, had to get back to my shitty life. I fished my cell out of the minuscule handbag I carried with me, dialed the cab service I had memorized, and told them the address. Coming here for the last year should have had them knowing me by name. As I waited for them to arrive, ten long fucking minutes, I moved away from the front doors and leaned against the wall off to the side.
I glanced up, the streetlight close by bright but not quite reaching me fully. Looking to my left, I noticed another security camera, this one pointed at the front doors. Never let it be said this place didn’t have their shit together.

The sound of a lighter going off to my right had me glancing over. I saw the flare of the flame, smelled the scent of the cigarette as its owner inhaled and then exhaled.

“Hey, girl.”

I exhaled. God, of course the guy from inside, the one with the small dick and the need for me to go home with him, would be out here. I didn’t bother replying, didn’t want to engage. Instead I turned my head in the other direction and glanced at a few people across the parking lot smoking. I felt the lightest touch on my arm.

The hell?
I glanced to my right, and before I knew what was happening, that light touch from the asshole turned into him pulling me farther into the shadowy side street.

 

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