She cries out, a sound of shock and pleasure. “You feel so good.”
“Baby, baby,” I chant as I quicken my pace. “I love you so goddamned much.”
“Oh Wrecker. I love you. I’ve always loved you. Will always love you.”
Her words send me spiraling out of control. I jack into her, pounding out the arousal she stirred downstairs. She cries and moans underneath me, her hips pushing up and up and up until I feel her find her own pleasure.
I let go and allow the electric orgasm to sweep me up and break me into tiny pieces only Chelsea can put back together.
We haven’t solved every problem. The Trainor issue hasn’t gone away. The Misery MC is a fucking mess. I’m still on parole and Chelsea will always be my stepsister. That bothers her more than it should.
But we have the utter fucking joy we bring to each other, not just when we’re making love but each and every moment we’re together. And that? That is enough to overshadow every problem, every irritation, and every other thing that exists. So long as we’re together.
This isn’t the end. On May 15, 2015, Chelsea and Wrecker will find the answers that they’re looking for in His Bold Heart.
HIS BOLD HEART
I'd waited until she was seventeen to claim her. Now she's mine and she'll stay mine even if I have to fight the whole world to keep her.
Wrecker waited three years behind bars for his girl, Chelsea, and now that they are together they will fight anyone and anything that threatens to separate them. When a local Fortune woman is killed, Wrecker is a convenient scapegoat for the dirty Fortune police. The answers to the woman's death appears to lie in the hands of a neighboring motorcycle club whose secrets could get them killed.
17
CHELSEA
“Fucking you is like a religious experience, Chels.”
I bite my lip to stifle the laugh that wants to spill out but I can’t quite stop the moan from escaping when his dick hits a particularly sensitive spot. His answering groan isn’t muffled at all. Grant, unlike me, doesn’t care what anyone in this hell hole that we’re staying in hears. He’s as uninhibited as always.
I try to keep quiet. I really do, but he knows me so well. He knows that sound I couldn’t quite swallow down means I want more and he doesn’t hesitate to give it to me. His hips jackhammer up, the force propelling me forward. Good thing he’s got a solid grip on my hips or I might fly off his dick and face plant onto the newly cleaned floor. As it is, I’m making crescent moons in his knees as I hang on but he doesn’t care. I don’t think he’s feeling anything but the clutch of my pussy.
“Seriously.” His finger traces the crease between my butt cheeks. “This right here is like a steeple.”
“Stop it.” I’m half laughing, half mortified. “You’re going to get us sent to hell with that kind of talk.”
I feel Grant shift behind me.
“As long as we’re together, doesn’t matter where I end up.” My heart squeezes at his words and then my entire body tightens when he reaches around to stroke my clit. “This here is the bell in the steeple and I’m ringing it right now.”
“F-ffffuck,” is about all I can get out as he plucks at my tender flesh, playing it like he’s a master musician and I’m a mere instrument.
“Lean back baby. I’m worried my dick’s going to snap off.”
He tugs on my hair until I’m nearly lying on top of him. His hand still plucks my clit. In this awkward position, all I can do is submit to the grind of his hips underneath my ass and his all too clever fingers. I squeeze my inner muscles, gripping him tight.
His free hand tugs on my hair until my head is turned enough to give him a sloppy half kiss.
“Fuck this,” he says and then flips us both over. “Hands and knees, baby.”
I do as he commands because I want it too. He’s been playing with me for what seems like forever and I need some serious relief!
“I need you inside me, right now.” I shake my ass toward him and he responds by giving me a hard slap against my cheek.
“Greedy pussy aren’t you?” A long finger runs down the valley between my ass cheeks and stops at the small circle of skin—the one virgin place he hasn’t taken yet. “We’re doing this soon,” he promises in a husky voice.
“Promises. Promises.” I tease. With anyone else, I wouldn’t want to have any back door action but this is Grant. He’s my first and only love. He took my virginity when I was seventeen and has never stopped looking out for me since—not even during the three years when he was sent away for defending himself and his brother at arms.
“Chelsea—” he stops.
“What?” The pause is long enough that I turn around to glare at him.
He flashes me a wicked grin. “I was just thinking that if your last name and mine were the same, we wouldn’t have to get married.”
“We’re step siblings.” I hate that I’ve always been turned on by his sibling taunts. It’s so wrong yet I can’t stop the squirming and muscle tightening. I guess that’s the point. It’s wrong and taboo but we’re doing it anyway. His dark knowing chuckle only makes me madder and hotter.
“I know, baby sis, and you’re the hottest sister I’ve ever fucked.”
“You’re disgusting,” I shoot back but my body is telling him the exact opposite.
“But it makes you hot.” My smart aleck response is cut short when he impales me in one hard movement. He’s right. I am burning up. I need to come so bad. I let my head drop onto my forearms. Grant gives a satisfied grunt as the position raises my ass even higher in the air.
“Come for me baby,” he hisses out. “Come for me.”
Inside me, I feel his enormous girth swelling and pushing against the soft and sensitive tissues. Each drag of his shaft along my inner walls pulls at something not physical. It’s as if we are connected by some spiritual thread and that connection feels tighter, stronger, and more vibrant when we are on the cusp of orgasm.
I pant as sensation rockets through my body, cutting off all rational thought, shutting down all the motor functions that are not essential to simply feeling. With my pillow beneath me, I open my mouth and let out all the pent up joy and pleasure that Grant has built inside of me. I let it swallow me up and spit me out,
exhausted, panting but replete on the other side.
“Yes. Yes. Yessss,” Grant shouts as he shoves hard against me. I can feel the pulse of his shaft as he jets his hot come inside me, setting off another round of wild, answering explosions because his joy is my joy. I can’t help but respond to him
I love him so much.
So much.
Wrecker gets up shortly after he comes. There’s too much to do here at the Misery MC’s clubhouse for him to sleep in I guess. He plants a couple soft kisses on my shoulder blade and then tucks the comforter up around my neck.
“Where you going?” I ask, rolling on my side. He bends over and picks up last night’s underwear and wipes off his dick.
“You need a washcloth or anything?” he asks.
I rub my legs together, feeling the sticky residue of his come between my legs. Some girls might want to wash that off right away, but I like the evidence of how much he wants me. His eyes darken and the grip around his dick becomes less about wiping himself and more about stroking himself.
“Nah, I’m good,” I say and tease him a little more by moving my legs around under the covers.
He drops the boxer briefs on the floor and stalks back over to the bed. “You cut that shit out.” He shakes a finger at me. “I’ve got club business to do and if you’re rubbing your legs together like a goddamned cat in heat, I’m never going to leave.”
I lick my lips with greedy intent. Why would I want him to leave?
He groans and strokes his swelling dick with quick, rough movements. I can’t stop myself from touching him. His rock hard legs tighten under my palms.
I glance at him under my lashes and that school girl look saps whatever self-control he had left.
“Open,” he says gruffly.
I open and slide my tongue out just slightly past my lower lip.
“God fucking damn.” He tangles one hand in my hair as he guides his dick into my mouth. It tastes like us. His come, my juice and our mutual pleasure. His dick is heavy on my tongue, like it’s a substantial weight. Everything about Grant is big to me. His body towers over mine. His hands can span even my generous waist. His thighs are solid, tree trunks.