Letting Her Lead (Ghost Riders MC Book 3) Page 7

  Reaching up, I thread our fingers together as I eat her pussy, and feeling the cool band of my engagement ring on her finger settles something in my chest. Knowing she’s mine and always will be fixes something in my heart that I didn’t know was damaged. Having her and having a baby together is a dream I never thought could come true, and now I’m holding it in my hands.

  Tasting her sweet juices and sucking on her clit are the icing on an already perfect fucking cake. I lick her just how she wants me to, with no teasing. Her orgasm hits my tongue and I drink her down, hoping that some of the pure, untouched perfection that’s inside her will seep into me. I want to be good for her and good for our baby.

  When her body is relaxed and she’s caught her breath, I give her pussy one last kiss before crawling up her body and putting my cock where my mouth just was. I need to be inside her, connected as much as possible.

  “I love you, Elizabeth.”

  Looking into her eyes, I see traces of happy tears as she gives me a watery smile. I wrap my arms around her back as I slowly sink inside of her. I kiss the trails of her tears away. We are in no rush to finish this. My strokes in and out of her body are slow and patient. We are building something greater than an orgasm between us. We are building an unbreakable bond that will never waver.

  “I love you, too, Lucias.”

  When her thumb comes up and brushes away something wet on my face, I realize that I’ve gotten caught up in the moment, too. I feel the power of what we’ve created, and what is to come, and it’s overwhelmingly beautiful. Our love made this moment, and our love will see us through the next hundred years. Something like that doesn’t come along every day, and it’s changed me. For the better.

  The thick drag of my cock in and out of her is delicious. I can feel every ridge of my shaft penetrating her tight channel, stretching her to accommodate my size. Every warm pulse of her wet cunt makes my heartbeat pick up speed. I’m determined to go slow. I want this moment to be savored, and I refuse to pound into her like some animal.

  “Lucias,” Izzy whispers, and I realize I’d closed my eyes to concentrate.

  When I look down, I see the need on her face. She looks almost pained.

  “Please, Lucias. I need more. Harder.”

  The last word is whispered, and I shake my head while gritting my teeth. If I try to speak, I’ll give in and start pounding into her. This moment should be special. No matter how fucking difficult it is to hold myself back.

  I feel her feet come around my waist and pull me to her roughly. I let out a long moan at the contact, and I hold myself still inside her for a moment.

  “I love you, baby. But if you don’t fuck me like your life depends on the next thrust, I swear on your motorcycle, I’m going to roll us over and ride you like I stole you.”

  I let out a bark of laughter. I can’t help it. My gorgeous soon-to-be-wife is demanding, and I’ll give her what she wants. Like I always do and I always will.

  “Yes, ma’am. My sweet Elizabeth.”

  I thrust into her just as she asks. We both let out a groan of satisfaction. My dick is fucking deep, but her hips are rise to meet me halfway, wanting it hard. Her pussy is nice and wet, making my cock slippery. Reaching between us, I rub her hard clit, getting her to squeeze me with every stroke.

  “That’s it, baby. Cum all over your old man’s dick. I’m yours, baby, just like you’re mine. Fucking take it.”

  Her hands fly up to my shoulders, gripping me tightly, as her hips come off the bed to fuck me. She’s horny, and I’ve got no choice but to satisfy her need. It only takes three more hard thrusts before she’s coating my shaft with her cream and I’m moaning my own orgasm.

  My mouth falls on hers as I taste my name on her lips. We embrace as tightly as possible as our orgasms pass between us and we blend together. At one point, I don’t know where we begin and end. I only know that we are together.

  I whisper words of devotion as I hold her to me and begin to make love to her all over again. This time I swear I’m going to go slow. No matter how much she begs. At least that’s what I tell myself.

  Epilogue

  Izzy

  Two years later…

  Lucias comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my growing belly. We’re pregnant with our second girl, and he’s so excited he can’t stand it.

  “Any day now,” he singsongs in my ear, and I just smile.

  Things are so easy between us. We’ve fallen into our rhythm, but it still feels like we just met. The heat from day one is still firing between us, and the sweet tender side of my rough rider is still just as strong.

  We sold my grandmother's house because it held a lot of memories, and over time, the bad ones outweighed the good. Lucias had a house built for us way out on the other side of the club’s property. They have acres and acres on this estate, so even though it’s close, we still have our cozy solitude when we want it. Our daughter, Amelia, loves it out here. We all do.

  I’ve cut back some hours at the office, only working three days a week. Lucias wants me to quit altogether, but I don’t think I could ever give it up. As much as I love my babies, I like having a purpose beyond just being a mom. Besides, with the way Ham loves to go to work with me, it would break that little dog’s heart if I stopped.

  Lucias comes around in front of me, takes the clothes basket, and starts folding. I never would have thought him to be the domestic type, but he’s taking to fatherhood like a duck to water. He was always a good man, but he’s an incredible father.

  He looks over to where Amelia is playing and blows her a kiss. She giggles and goes back to building a fort around Ham, and I roll my eyes. He’s asleep, so it’s not like he cares.

  “You okay?” Lucias asks, giving me a sympathetic look.

  I nod my head and give him a soft smile.

  Two days ago, a piece in the newspaper caught my attention. My brother’s body had been found in an abandoned house in California. He was dead from an apparent overdose. There was a note from a “friend” of his saying that he said if anything ever happened to him to notify me. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I had hoped he was able to get clean and live the life he deserved. But that life had a hold on him like nothing else ever could. I lost my brother long ago; this was just the final page in his story. Instead of dwelling on it, I try to concentrate on the good memories we had together and not let his death be the thing that defines him. He was my protector when I was a little kid, and I’ll always see him that way. And in a way, he led me to Lucias, so I’ll always have that to thank him for.

  “I’m thinking Mexican for dinner tonight,” I say, rubbing my belly.

  “Anything you want, Elizabeth,” Lucias says, coming over and holding me.

  My man always knows exactly what I need, even before I do.

  “Want me to call Casper and Vince? You know they’d never turn down tequila.”

  I laugh and nod my head. “Sure. As long as Cas stops trying to get Amelia to ask for a gun for Christmas.”

  He laughs as I put my hand on his chest and rub the place over his heart. Looking up into his eyes, I think about how damn lucky we are. He growls deep, and I feel it under my palms, heating my insides. He knows what that rumble does to me, especially when it’s between my legs. Leaning down, he trails a kiss up my neck and licks the shell of my ear.

  “When’s nap time?” I ask, a little breathy. He bites my lobe, and I shiver.

  “Now.”

  THE END

  I had four weeks before I shipped out again so it was sun, fun, and partying hard.

  She wasn't a part of the plan.

  We had one perfect month together before I had to go wheels up. Neither of us expected what happened next.

  The blast left me scarred, inside and out. How could I ever be good enough for a beauty like her? She deserved better.

  Now I've got the Ghost Riders Motorcycle Club, and I don't need anything else. If I can't have her, I'll never have another. A man can liv
e without his heart...right?

  Abraham has one regret—letting his Julie get away. When he can't let go, there's only one thing left to do. Make her his.

  Warning: If you want a scarred hero who's over-the-top obsessed, alpha possessive, and falls in love at first sight, take a peek* inside.

  *Not responsible if peek turns into a full-on read.*

  Chapter 1

  Abe

  June 2011

  “I’d rather you fuck me in the ass with a bat than go in there.” Lucias smiles over at me, and I roll my eyes before getting out of the truck. We are heading into the Big-Mart for some last-minute shit for the party today, and I really don’t want to go in there either.

  “You’ll be wishing for this place when we’re overseas next month. Calm down,” I say, unfolding myself from the truck.

  “You may be right, but all I want to do before we deploy is drown in pussy and beer.”

  “Why else do you think we’re here, dumb-ass? Beer.”

  He grabs a cart at the entrance and starts to walk in the direction of the alcohol. I follow behind him for a few steps before I get an idea.

  “Hey, I’m going to the toy section. I’ll meet you at the register,” I throw over my shoulder, heading in the opposite direction.

  Lucias gives me a look, but just shakes his head as I walk away. Scribe is having a pool party, and I think water guns are a must. Who doesn’t like a wet t-shirt contest? I’m sure some of the boot chasers are looking for a good time just as much as we are, and there are always sweet butts following Lucias around since his father is President of the Ghost Riders. They hope they can get in good with him so when he takes over they can be his old lady. We’ve been partying it up while on leave, and we’ve only got four short weeks left before we’re wheels up.

  Our unit is pretty small so naturally we’re all really close. We spend all our time overseas side by side, only to get home and do the same thing. Lucias and I have been together since we were in diapers, so it’s nothing new for us to be joined at the hip.

  Making my way across the store, I cut through an aisle and stop dead in my tracks. At the other end is a girl, jumping up and down. Well, not a girl, a woman. I keep staring because a rack like that belongs to someone full grown, not someone a little over five feet tall. I stand there with my mouth open, and watch as she continues to jump up and down, reaching her arms up high in the air.

  Her big tits bounce, and I can’t do anything but watch and thank God for whoever stacked the shelves so high as I feel the drool start to roll down my chin. She’s tiny, but damn, does she have some curves. She’s got super curly white blonde hair, and an ass that shakes with every jump. I feel my dick growing in my pants, and I reach down to adjust it before I cause a scene. Just as I’m grabbing my crotch, she turns and looks at me as if she sensed me.

  I should be embarrassed, but I’m so struck by her face I just freeze. I’ve got one hand on my dick, mouth wide open, and I’m staring at heaven. God. She’s fucking perfect. Like a little tiny angel.

  Her face turns bright red, which only makes me smile. I finish adjusting my dick and give her a cocky chin lift so she knows I’m not ashamed about what she’s done to me. The hard-on belongs to her.

  She clears her throat, squares her shoulders, and puts her hands on her hips. “A little help here?” she says, and motions for the towels on the top shelf. I love the mouthy bite in her voice.

  “I think I can handle that.”

  I walk over to where she’s standing, moving a little too close to her, the smell of strawberry shortcake filling my lungs. She blushes again and looks anywhere but up at me. She’d have to lean her head back to see up to me. I’m six five, so almost everyone has to look up to find me, but she’s so fucking tiny, I’m over a foot taller than her. It’s kind of comical, the height difference between us, but it doesn’t matter when you’re horizontal.

  After a second, she looks back to the towels, and then looks up at me. “Can you please hand me two of the blue ones?” she asks, barely above a whisper. Some of the sass has drained from her voice, and I don’t know if it’s because she is intimidated by me because I’m so close to her now, but I want it back. I don’t want her to be scared of me. In fact, that’s the last thing I want from her.

  “What do I get in return?” I tease, trying to add some levity to my voice.

  She snaps her head up at me, and I can see the attitude is coming. Good. I like seeing this little thing hold her own.

  “Did you hit your head when you fell off that beanstalk? Either you get me the towels, or move along. I’ve got better things to do than entertain a giant,” she says, and pointedly looks at my crotch. This only makes my dick harder as it’s now gotten her attention. He’s got all kinds of things in mind for her. She’s so freaking small I could fuck her all over the goddamn place and not even break a sweat.

  “You got the giant part right, shortcake,” I taunt her.

  I give her another cocky grin and she rolls her eyes. God, she’s gorgeous, and I love the attitude. I lean down, and before she can protest, I turn her around, grab her hips, and lift her up so she can reach the towels.

  “Put me down!” she shrieks, and starts to try to wriggle free. All it does is rub her ass on my face, and I smile against it.

  “I can do this all day, shortcake. Take your time.”

  I hear her let out a little growl, and feel her grab the towels.

  “I got it. Now put me down.”

  I hold her body against mine and slowly let her slide down, feeling the curve of her ass run all along the front of my body. This is probably some form of harassment, but hey, when opportunity knocks.... She’s too fucking gorgeous, and I don’t have much time before I ship out. I’ve got to make the most of a sweet thing like this, savor every second.

  Once her feet hit the floor, she spins around and puts her little finger in my face. “I don’t speak Behemoth, so I’ll talk slow. You should learn some manners before the villagers chase you with fiery torches. You shouldn’t go around putting your hands on people, no matter how hot you are.”

  “You think I’m hot?” For some reason I want to beat my chest at the notion of her thinking I’m hot.

  “I think you’re…you’re…” she looks around, trying to find the right word before taking a deep breath and looking at me again. “Just keep your hands to yourself.”

  “What’s your name, shortcake?”

  “It sure as shit ain’t that,” she clips back, putting one of her hands back on her hip, drawing my eyes there. Damn, her curves would fill my big hands nicely. Give me something to grab onto when I pulled her into my lap.

  “You’ve got a potty mouth for someone so goddamn cute,” I say, and give her my biggest smile. “I’m Abe.”

  I extend my hand out to her. She looks at it, and then rolls her eyes when I don’t drop it. After a long pause, she extends her hand and our palms touch.

  Some people talk about the zing you feel when you first touch someone you’re meant to fall in love with. Well, I didn’t feel a zing, I felt a shift. Like watching a sunset and feeling the calm settle in your heart. That’s what happened when I held her hand. My fingers wrapped around hers, and I felt her fall into place with me. It was the oddest sensation of my life, and I stood there, silently changing, knowing the change was permanent. Until she spoke.

  “I’m Julie. Thanks for the help, Abe. If you’ll excuse me,” she says, and drops my hand to walk past me.

  Did she not feel that? The earth just stood still, and she’s got somewhere else to be. What the fuck?

  “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold up, shortcake,” I say as I walk behind her.

  “Stalking is a crime, big guy. I said thanks for the help. I’ve got places to be,” she says over her shoulder, her blonde hair bouncing in waves behind her as she flees.

  She walks towards the exit of the store, and I’m seconds away from making a scene to stop her.

  “Go out with me,” I blurt out a litt
le too loudly.

  She stops abruptly, and I nearly run into her back, before she whips around to look up at me.

  “Does giving women a command like a dog usually work for you?”

  “No, but showing them my dick does,” I say on a laugh, but from the snap of her eyes she doesn't seem to think my joke is very funny. She’s probably right. Hanging out in the desert with ten men every day can give you some rough edges. Maybe a dick joke wasn’t the best idea.

  “Air Force?”

  “Marine.”

  “I should have guessed. You jarheads don’t have any manners outside of your uniforms.”

  She turns around again and keeps making her way towards the exit. I can’t let her get away.

  “Please,” I say, getting in front of her and blocking her path. She tucks her towels under one arm, and puts her other hand on her hip, letting me know I’m in her way and she’s not too happy about it.

  “No, thank you.” This time her tone is sweeter than before, like she is dismissing me politely. She tries to move past me again, but I sidestep her and block her path once more.

  “Dude, can you not take a hint? I’m not interested.”

  I realize that it’s time to pull out the big guns, not caring if I make a fool of myself or that if Lucias sees me I’ll never hear the end of it. I’ll kick myself more in the ass if I don’t get to ever see her again. I drop down on one knee, grab her hand and look into her eyes.

  She looks around the store to see if anyone is watching, and some people are staring as they walk by. But I don’t care. I won’t let her get away.

  “Marry me.”

  Her eyes go huge, and then she starts to laugh. I swear it’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. “You’re insane.”