Dear Reader,<\/p>\n
Heller Raiders MC romance series. Bad boy bikers, dangerous drama, and lots of spice. These are gritty stories including violence, drug use and graphic language. Get ready for a wild ride. Some readers may find content disturbing.<\/p>\n
Excerpt<\/p>\n
McKelle<\/strong><\/p>\n Voices sounded from the hallway. Blue\u2019s easy laugh, and Cruz\u2019s muffled words. I couldn\u2019t help the skip of my heart. When I\u2019d told Cruz there was something wrong with me, I wasn\u2019t lying.<\/p>\n When we were good, it was so good. But god, he could be such a dick. After two years, you\u2019d think I\u2019d get tired of the ride. But three things gave me a rush. Racing down the straights, kissing the track on the corners, and Cruz.<\/p>\n I needed him the same way I needed the high of adrenaline. I was fire, and he was kerosene. Maybe we were a bit toxic together, but it burned so hot.<\/p>\n My nipples ached, and the crotch of my panties was soaked. I was such a slut for him.<\/p>\n The door creaked open. Knowing Cruz was about to come to bed caused a riot of flutters in my belly, not because I was in his bed, in a darkened room of the MC, with the scent of his cologne surrounding me. Okay, those weren\u2019t the only<\/em> reasons for the butterflies.<\/p>\n Earlier, when Blade hadn\u2019t called for the vote, I could feel the hurt coming off him. He was good at pretending, but this was the stuff that messed with his head and made him stupid\u2014when he didn\u2019t feel good enough despite empirical evidence that he was an amazing human being, and these Harley riding assholes were lucky to know him.<\/p>\n Yet, somehow, he\u2019d convinced himself he needed the patch to belong. He couldn\u2019t see the Hellers had already accepted him. Not only did he ride with them, but I was in his bed, in a room he rented, in their clubhouse. Not just a room, but he was earning money at their bar, and he had a key to the main doors.<\/p>\n The mattress dipped as he sat at the bottom of the bed, bent over, and tugged off his boots. His shirt and cut stretched taut against a muscular back built from hard work.<\/p>\n \u201cHi,\u201d I whispered, breaking the silence.<\/p>\n He glanced over his shoulder, and a shiver skated along my spine.<\/p>\n \u201cYou should be sleeping.\u201d His voice did wicked things to my body. Just deep enough to sound dirty. Tunnels furrowed his shoulder-length brown hair. He raked his fingers through it again.<\/p>\n \u201cI can\u2019t sleep.\u201d Because I was imagining him between my legs, those hazel eyes staring at me, with a devilish grin on his lips.<\/p>\n \u201cAre you still pissed at me for yesterday?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo.\u201d A slow smile found my lips. \u201cBut I don\u2019t need to be pissed to want you to fuck me.\u201d<\/p>\n A dark hunger flared in his eyes. He stood, shrugged out of his cut, the one with no patch on the back, and tossed it onto the dresser. Reaching behind his head, he gripped the collar of his shirt and stripped out of it.<\/p>\n Cruz was built for speed with sleek lines and hard angles. Shoulders honed from working construction curved into a sun-bronzed chest carved from lean muscle. A thin treasure trail bisected his laddered eight pack abs. Tagged with ink and attitude and fuckboy vibes because he was one.<\/p>\n But he was more than his dick. Like oxygen, he breathed life into me. More than racing, more than adrenaline, or the fiery sex between us, he made me feel things, things I couldn\u2019t explain. I craved the intense highs I only felt with him.<\/p>\n \u201cShow me how much you want my dick.\u201d With a flick of his wrist, he unsnapped his jeans and lowered the zipper. His cock stretched the front of his boxer briefs. He shoved them down muscular thighs then banded his fingers around his shaft. A few strokes had him thick, long, and hard.<\/p>\n I sat up, grabbed the condom I\u2019d tucked under my pillow, and crawled down the bed toward him. His gaze shifted from my breasts to the slope of my back. \u201cPlease.\u201d I was desperate for his hands on me. \u201cFuck me.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSuch a good girl, begging to be my whore.\u201d<\/p>\n I touched my tongue to my upper lip, rose onto my knees, and braced my hands on his hips. \u201cI want your dick,\u201d I whispered as I kissed along his jaw and gently bit.<\/p>\n \u201cGet on your knees.\u201d<\/p>\n I was soaked, edginess vibrating through me as if I was on the back of his bike. I slid off the bed and sat on my heels, with my thighs spread.<\/p>\n Looking down at me, he cocked his head to the side. There was that sinister smile and the slight dimples in his cheeks. He gathered my hair in his hand. \u201cTake it, baby.\u201d<\/p>\n I tugged his jeans to the floor. Then he stepped out of them and widened his stance.<\/p>\n I curled my fingers around the base of his cock and touched my tongue to the tip, opened wider, and circled the head with my lips. His grasp on my hair tightened, and muscles in his thighs tensed.<\/p>\n \u201cSuck it.\u201d<\/p>\n I smiled as I spit on the head then opened my mouth for him. With gentle pressure, he pushed in, passed my teeth, slid along my tongue, grazing my piercing, and bumped against the back of my throat. I sealed my lips around the shaft and swirled my tongue along the hard, yet velvety soft skin, and teased him with my tongue piercing.<\/p>\n \u201cYour mouth was made to suck my cock.\u201d<\/p>\n I moaned and relaxed my throat. Lifting my gaze to his, I let him know I was ready. I released his cock, dropped my arm, slid my hand into my panties, and ran my fingers along my wet, slippery slit. With my other hand, I held onto his thigh.<\/p>\n With his first, long stroke into my mouth, I slid two fingers into my cunt.<\/p>\n \u201cYour pussy is mine. Fuck my<\/em> pussy, baby. Slide those fingers deep.\u201d<\/p>\n I did, plunging in, and curling them inside to find the sweet spot to send electric tingles into my clit.<\/p>\n \u201cYou look so good on your knees with my dick in your mouth.\u201d He thrust in and stilled. \u201cSuck.\u201d<\/p>\n I slurped on his cock, sucking the head, and bobbing on the shaft.<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re a good little whore. Now open up so I can fuck your mouth.\u201d His voice strained, and he forced more of his cock into my mouth.<\/p>\n As his thrusts hit harder, I matched the intensity, ruthlessly strumming my clit then plunging into my soft, wet hole. My nostrils flared, spit trickled onto my chin, and my nails scored the back of his thigh as I fought to breathe.<\/p>\n \u201cTake a deep breath because I\u2019m about to fuck your throat. Give me your fingers. I want to taste how wet you are from sucking my dick.\u201d Cruz jerked his cock from my mouth, and I gasped a breath, pulled my fingers from my panties, and lifted my arm.<\/p>\n Cruz clasped his hand around my wrist, shoved my fingers into his mouth, and sucked the juices soaking my hand. \u201cSo.\u201d Suck. \u201cFucking.\u201d He licked between them, cleaning me of my wetness. \u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n Three seconds later, my fingers were in my cunt again, and his cock was in my mouth. This time, he fucked my face with an unholy intensity.<\/p>\n \u201cFuck, Micki.\u201d<\/p>\n I choked and gagged. Tears streamed down my cheeks. Every thrust stretched my throat. I couldn\u2019t swallow, suffocating as he gripped my skull, held me immobile, and fucked my mouth.<\/p>\n \u201cChoke on it. I love to see my cock in your mouth.\u201d<\/p>\n Spit dripped from my chin. I swirled my tongue along his shaft, sucking him while he continued to thrust into my mouth.<\/p>\n \u201cA beautiful messy whore. Are you my whore, Micki?\u201d<\/p>\n I whimpered, aching, because I loved him like this, taking me, using me, only me.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m going to come down your throat. Deep breath, baby.\u201d<\/p>\n He eased out, allowing me just long enough to fill my lungs. Then I held my breath and wildly worked my clit. My mind numbed. Shadows and sparks danced in my eyes as darkness clouded into my peripheral vision. This was the high. The euphoric climax. My limbs grew heavy and, deep inside, I trembled and quivered as flares of light exploded behind my closed eyes.<\/p>\n \u201cFuck.\u201d Cruz cursed, and the first burst of his bitter fluids splashed the back of my throat.<\/p>\n I lifted my gaze to his. Tears blurred my vision. I groaned, unable to move my head, as I tried to swallow. But his cock filled my mouth, blocking my airway, and bruising my throat.<\/p>\n With a final spurt, he ripped his cock from my mouth and painted my lips with the last of his release. I gasped, straining to fill my lungs. The rush of oxygen left me surging with adrenaline yet suspended in a mind-numbing high.<\/p>\n Cruz loosened his grasp on my hair, trailed his fingers along the side of my face, and grazed my cheek with his thumb. Sitting back on my heels, I swayed with his touch. Dropping down next to me, he braced one arm around my back and the other slid under my ass and to my knees. Then he scooped me into his arms.<\/p>\n \u201cMy turn.\u201d He set me on the bed, butterflied my thighs, and closed his mouth over my pussy. \u201cThis is my pussy, Micki. Mine.\u201d<\/p>\n A feral growl rolled out of me. I curled my fingers into his hair, anchored him to my pussy, and thrust my hips to grind against his mouth. Lips, teeth, and tongue devoured me. Sucking, licking, and oh my god, he grazed his teeth along my sensitive clit.<\/p>\n I cried out as he drove me hard and fast toward my impending climax, pushing me until I was freefalling over the edge into a mindless abyss of quivers and shudders. My back arched, and he continued his unrelenting assault on my pussy. I fisted the bedding as pleasure burned low in my belly.<\/p>\n He licked the length of my slit then pressed the flat of his tongue hard to my clit, and I shattered. One violent spasm rolled into the next.<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s my beautiful whore.\u201d Cruz slammed two fingers inside me and finger fucked me through my orgasm. As the last flutter rippled through me, he pulled his fingers from my core and shoved them into my mouth. \u201cTaste how sweet you are.\u201d<\/p>\n I sucked him clean as that wicked grin that made me weak curled his lips. A low moan unfurled from my chest, climbing up my throat, and slipping past my lips. I sucked his fingers hard, hollowing my cheeks as he pulled his fingers from my mouth. My gaze lingered on his as my heart slowed, and I drifted back from the high of coming hard.<\/p>\n \u201cMake room,\u201d he whispered.<\/p>\n I scooted back on the bed and tucked my legs under the blanket.<\/p>\n Once he was next to me, I snuggled against him, draped my arm over his chest, and kissed the tatted skin of his shoulder. For several long moments we just breathed, simmering in the aftermath of coming down from orgasmic freaking bliss.<\/p>\n \u201cDid you talk to Blue?\u201d I finally asked.<\/p>\n A low growl rumbled from him and into me. He turned his head and slid his mouth across mine.<\/p>\n I laughed, breaking the kiss. \u201cIs that your way of shutting me up?\u201d<\/p>\n I wanted to ask him if he\u2019d talked to Dozer. Cruz would pretend not getting the patch hadn\u2019t gutted him, to know they still didn\u2019t think he was ready to be a Heller.<\/p>\n I didn\u2019t really get the whole prospecting thing. My dad was part of a motorcycle group. He paid dues, volunteered, and had track day events. It was all about riding bikes fast. But for these guys, it went beyond motorcycles as a hobby. The club was their identity.<\/p>\n I traced circles on Cruz\u2019s chest with my fingers, and he tunneled his through my hair. \u201cWhat more do you have to do to get the patch?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n He sighed. \u201cPut in the work here at the clubhouse. Do whatever I\u2019m told to do. Work the bar, clean up, help out. Basically, be their bitch.\u201d His gaze lingered on mine. With a fingertip, he followed the arch of my brow. \u201cIt\u2019s not supposed to be easy. It\u2019s to prove they can trust I\u2019ll have their back. And to show me that they\u2019ll always have mine.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDozer\u2019s a good friend. He wouldn\u2019t fuck you over.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI know. I need to talk to you. There\u2019s a situation. I don\u2019t want to fight about it. And believe me, I get that we\u2019ve had problems in the past. But we\u2019re good.\u201d<\/p>\n Lying next to him, I angled my head back to look at his face. \u201cI\u2019m not mad anymore about yesterday. I know why you don\u2019t want to go to the track. But my dad only sees the aftermath of us.\u201d The fights, the tears, the breaking up, and getting back together. My dad wouldn\u2019t understand the breaking up for us was like foreplay. A restart. We always got back together. \u201cI want him to know you like I do.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI get that the track is important to you. I\u2019ll go.\u201d He kissed my forehead. \u201cI\u2019ll hate it.\u201d<\/p>\n I cuddled up to him. \u201cThank you, and after, I\u2019ll fuck you happy.\u201d<\/p>\n For a few beats of my heart, our breaths filled the silence. This was his love language, being able to hold me, without words, without expectation. He\u2019d never issued declarations of love, but this had to mean something. It meant everything to me.<\/p>\n \u201cBullet has a situation. I need you to hear me out. You get how important the club is to me.\u201d His voice lowered, his hand stilled, and his heart pounded beneath my ear. \u201cI need to do a favor for Bullet.\u201d<\/p>\n I\u2019d been around the MC long enough to know a favor for Bullet could be dangerous. \u201cIs it illegal?\u201d<\/p>\n Cruz wasn\u2019t always on the right side of the law. He\u2019d done a bit of dealing, and I was pretty sure he used to midnight shop for car parts with Dozer. Some of those bad decisions that made me hot because I was sick like that.<\/p>\n I suspected something happened a few weeks ago with Blue, Rogue, and Bullet. Kiss had been petrified. She\u2019d needed a sobriety sponsor. I\u2019d needed a joint.<\/p>\n \u201cAfter the shit that went down with Hayley\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t say her name.\u201d Just hearing her name had fear coiling around my bones. Cruz had a fucked-up philosophy on relationships and sex. Oh god. He\u2019d promised he wouldn\u2019t see her again. Wouldn\u2019t touch her again. But Cruz couldn\u2019t keep his fucking promises. If he fucked her again\u2014<\/p>\n \u201cJust listen.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou want to talk about her when you\u2019re in bed with me?\u201d I pushed away from him, but his arm snaked around my waist and pulled me close.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n \u201cSorry for what? Did you fuck her again?\u201d I couldn\u2019t ebb the tide of tears in my eyes.<\/p>\n \u201cFuck. No. Baby, I haven\u2019t cheated on you.\u201d<\/p>\n But he\u2019d fucked girls and guys while we\u2019d been together, and that was the problem. We didn\u2019t have the same views on sex. I fought his hold, panic snapping painfully in my gut.<\/p>\n \u201cMicki, fuck. Would you listen to me?\u201d<\/p>\n I spun out of his arms and scooted away from him. \u201cNot if you\u2019re going to talk about that bitch.\u201d<\/p>\n He sat up and raked his fingers along his scalp. \u201cBullet doesn\u2019t even know Hayley. Would you calm down and listen? After<\/em> what happened with Hayley, I promised I\u2019d never fuck around behind your back, and I haven\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThen why bring her up?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBecause I\u2019m making my promises count.\u201d<\/p>\n I furrowed my brows, and my heart slammed against my ribs, breaking before the words were out of his mouth. \u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBullet has a job for me. Big payout.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBullet\u2019s a pimp.\u201d I chewed my thumbnail, trying not to interrupt when I really wanted to rip the words from his mouth before he\u2019d spoken them.<\/p>\n \u201cNot anymore. He\u2019s a producer\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201c\u2014of porn,\u201d I interrupted. \u201cWith whores.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cFormer whores. Cam girls, online only, and they\u2019re making serious bank.\u201d He tugged on my hand, pulling my thumb from my mouth.<\/p>\n \u201cDoes he want you to be their accountant?\u201d Because Cruz was good with numbers. He had computer skills, but he had too much energy surging through him to sit in an office all day.<\/p>\n Lately, he\u2019d worked with Steele at some job sites, and he had his nights behind the bar. But he didn\u2019t have steady income from a career. Rather he was always looking for the next easy paycheck.<\/p>\n And he was also good with his big dick.<\/p>\n Cruz toppled me to the bed, holding down my arms, and sliding his lips along the tendon of my neck. \u201cIt\u2019s a job, baby, so I\u2019m going to need a pass.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat kind of pass?\u201d I could get him a pass to the track, a bus pass, but I wasn\u2019t sure why he\u2019d need one when he had his bike. Oh god, his tongue teased the spot under my ear. A low moan rolled from my chest. Who was the whore now?<\/p>\n \u201cSnow white is going to get railed by seven bikers. Ten minutes, and I\u2019ll make a couple grand.\u201d<\/p>\n Instantly, the haze of lust burned off. I shoved him off me. \u201cHe asked you to fuck his kitten<\/em>?\u201d<\/p>\n He leaned up. \u201cTechnically, I volunteered.\u201d<\/p>\n I scrambled away from him. \u201cAre you serious? You want to get your dick wet in some whore?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s just sex.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou promised, Cruz.\u201d My voice rose with every word. \u201cYou promised you wouldn\u2019t fuck around on me, and now, you\u2019re making it a career move?\u201d<\/p>\n He bolted off the bed, stalking closer to me. \u201cI promised I wouldn\u2019t fuck around behind your back. That\u2019s why I\u2019m talking to you about it. I don\u2019t even know the girl. Bullet needs help with his business. I fuck her once, get paid, and get some club credit with Bullet. What\u2019s the issue?\u201d<\/p>\n My arms dropped to my side and my throat tightened. I suffocated in the dark cavern where my heart was supposed to beat. Tendrils of fear clawed at my thoughts.<\/p>\n We\u2019d talked.<\/p>\n We\u2019d fought.<\/p>\n We\u2019d promised.<\/p>\n But Cruz\u2019s promises were only skin deep. And I felt the betrayal to my core.<\/p>\n \u201cNo issue.\u201d My hands trembled as I grabbed my T-shirt off the dresser and tugged it over my head. I had to get out of here. Where were my panties?<\/p>\n \u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d He closed the space between us and wrapped his arms around me. His chest was warm, his arms were strong and roped with veins, and his cock hardened against my ass.<\/p>\n Tears burned in my eyes. I couldn\u2019t do this. He didn\u2019t get it. He\u2019d throw us away for a stupid patch. \u201cI\u2019m going home.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMicki\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n I tried to slip free, but he held me tight. The sweet way he called me Micki wasn\u2019t going to work on me, not this time. \u201cYou want permission to cheat on me?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt wouldn\u2019t be cheating,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat do you call sticking your dick into another girl?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cFucking.\u201d<\/p>\n I rolled my eyes to keep tears from filling them. \u201cWe agreed. When you fuck someone who isn\u2019t me, you\u2019re cheating.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOkay.\u201d He held me even tighter, bent his neck, and breathed me in. \u201cI wasn\u2019t thinking. This, you and me, isn\u2019t the same.\u201d His fingers trailed along my arm sending a shiver over my flesh and making my tummy quiver.<\/p>\n \u201cIf it isn\u2019t the same when you\u2019re with me, then what are we?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhy does it have to be complicated? We\u2019re together.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s not enough.\u201d Tears slipped onto my cheeks. \u201cNot if it wouldn\u2019t bother you to fuck someone else.\u201d I stepped away, and he let me go. \u201cYou could sleep with someone and not have it mean anything?\u201d<\/p>\n He sat on the edge of the bed. \u201cI don\u2019t want to hurt you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cJust tell me the truth.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThen yeah. It wouldn\u2019t mean anything.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOh my god. You really don\u2019t get it. Sex means nothing to you.\u201d<\/p>\n He growled and rolled his shoulders. \u201cI didn\u2019t say that. Sex with you means everything because it\u2019s you. You know my body count, and I didn\u2019t have feelings for any of them.\u201d<\/p>\n I wiped tears from my cheek and shook my head. \u201cThis is partly my fault.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThere\u2019s no fight here, McKelle.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re right. I\u2019m not fighting for a relationship just for you to fuck around on me.\u201d I\u2019d agreed not to use labels, and he\u2019d agreed not to cheat on me. \u201cTo be clear. Telling me before you fuck a whore that you\u2019re going to fuck her is still cheating.\u201d<\/p>\n I grabbed my jeans and stepped into them without panties. Skin was the only thing holding me together as a rush of panic surged through my veins. This was going to hurt. The cracks were already forming. He didn\u2019t feel the same about me. Sex didn\u2019t mean anything to him, but he knew what his being with Hayley had done to me. We\u2019d never fought uglier or made up harder.<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re pissed over a conversation.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThere\u2019s nothing left to say. You\u2019re off the hook because I\u2019m not your girlfriend. Go fuck her. Do your favor, get your patch, and make some money.\u201d I zipped up, snapped the waistband, and flipped my hair from my face. \u201cJust so you know, it goes both ways.\u201d<\/p>\n Since I\u2019d come to the MC on the back of his bike, I wasn\u2019t sure how I was going to get home, but I wasn\u2019t going to stay and bawl in front of him. When it came to Cruz, I never learned. This was us. I should know better. Nothing ever changed.<\/p>\n \u201cSince it isn\u2019t cheating if you know about it, I\u2019m going to fuck Vega.\u201d I headed toward the door. \u201cHe stared at my ass every time I leaned over the table for my shot at pool tonight.\u201d As soon as my fingers touched the doorknob, I glared at Cruz over my shoulder. \u201cDon\u2019t worry. It won\u2019t mean anything.\u201d<\/p>\n I had the door open an inch when Cruz slammed it closed. His body imprisoned me, forcing me against the door. \u201cNot fucking happening.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAre you being serious right now?\u201d My words were muffled, and his hot breath was a brand against my neck. With his chest to my back, he kept me pinned to the door.<\/p>\n \u201cYou think I\u2019m joking?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI think you\u2019re psycho.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIf I am it\u2019s because you drive me fucking crazy.\u201d His fingers dug into me as he unsnapped my jeans. \u201cNo one gets inside this pussy but me.\u201d<\/p>\n One threat, and he\u2019d become unhinged.<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s easy to make a promise when you don\u2019t plan to keep it. Here\u2019s mine. I won\u2019t fuck anyone else, either,\u201d I said. The growl of my zipper lowering and a cocktail of lust and anger stripped away my good sense. Stupid girl<\/em>. \u201cI promise.\u201d There was no hiding the condescending tone in my voice.<\/p>\n \u201cYou want to fuck with me?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo. I don\u2019t want to fuck with you.\u201d Liar. I buzzed with adrenaline, my nipples ached because they were so tight and pressed against the door. \u201cI want you to know how I feel.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ve been inside you. I know exactly how you feel.\u201d He shoved my jeans down my hips. I wiggled, helping to lower them to my knees as he kicked my legs apart. With a hard jerk of my hips, he pulled me away from the door. I had to brace outstretched arms on the door to keep from falling forward.<\/p>\n He crammed two fingers inside my soaked pussy. I moaned, arched my back, and my inner walls quivered around his fingers. I couldn\u2019t stop the way he made me feel, the dark pull of his deranged side. I knew my threats would push him, known that he\u2019d want to fight.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m the only one who\u2019s going to know how you feel.\u201d He ripped his fingers from my cunt and shoved his cock deep inside me.<\/p>\n \u201cCruz,\u201d I spat as he knocked the breath from me with every hard, punishing thrust of his cock. \u201cCondom.\u201d<\/p>\n He braced one arm on the door next to mine and whispered in my ear. \u201cDon\u2019t need one. You\u2019re going to feel me.\u201d<\/p>\n I did. I felt every glorious inch of his cock stretching me. He was so hard and thick, mercilessly driving into me. I rose onto my tiptoes as he speared into me again and again. I clawed at the door, snapping and buzzing with uncontrolled chaotic emotions building inside me.<\/p>\n How could he do this with anyone else? Tears filled my eyes and slipped onto my cheeks as my core contracted against his dick. I turned my head and sank my teeth into his arm to keep from screaming as my body detonated, coming undone in a turbulent rain of tremors and flutters.<\/p>\n He fisted my hair, angled my head back, and licked the wetness from my face. \u201cI\u2019m the only one who gets to make you cry.\u201d His gritty tone rasped over my flesh with a promise of depravity. \u201cI\u2019m the only one fucking you, only me.\u201d<\/p>\n I nodded. He slammed his lips to mine, slid his tongue into my mouth, and kissed me filthy as he thrust his cock hard and deep. My orgasm blended with his. I could feel every hot spurt slicking my channel as he fucked me through his orgasm.<\/p>\n For a moment, he was motionless, still buried inside me. Then he shifted his hips and slipped his cock out of me, leaving a strange hollowness in the carnage of our war. Cum trickled down my thighs. He banded an arm around my shoulders and across my collarbone, and his lips lingered on my temple.<\/p>\n \u201cWhy?\u201d I whispered. \u201cWhy make me love you when we don\u2019t want the same things?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI disagree. If you don\u2019t know, let me make it clear. It\u2019s always you. Every. Fucking. Time.\u201d He turned me in his arms. \u201cYou\u2019re mine, and no one else is ever going to touch you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cLet me<\/em> make it clear. If you fuck someone else, you\u2019re never fucking me again. No condom means no one else.\u201d<\/p>\n He nuzzled my neck. \u201cNot a problem. My dick only wants your pussy.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIf that were true, we wouldn\u2019t be fighting. How can you be possessive over me, not want anyone to touch me, and then stick your dick in someone else?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBecause when you let someone touch you, it\u2019s because you have feelings for them.\u201d His mouth wreaked havoc on my neck, sending tiny explosions of heat over my skin. \u201cSex is only sacred when it\u2019s with you.\u201d<\/p>\n I lifted my gaze to his. \u201cIs it always going to be like this?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cFuck, I hope so.\u201d He held me close. \u201cAre we good?\u201d<\/p>\n I smiled against his skin, sweetly scented of sex and sweat. I wanted to trust him. I was going to trust him, but I wasn\u2019t just letting it go. \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI get it, Micki. It was stupid to even consider it.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI know you want the patch, but I have to fit into your life, too. Don\u2019t fuck us up.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI won\u2019t. 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