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Steven (The Skulls)

The Skulls, 15

He’ll do anything—kill anyone—to protect her.

Steven was used to women falling at his feet. But where once he would have relished to see a woman there, any woman, nearly losing Sally in an attack on the club woke him up. Now he can’t imagine life without her. The biggest problem is she’s Whizz’s adopted daughter—but there’s also an age gap between them. Everyone sees her as part of The Skulls’ “kids”, even though she’s in college, and old enough to make her own decisions.

When Sally’s best friend, Drew, makes his intentions known, she knows there’s no competition. She’s always loved Steven, starting from her girlish crush at fifteen, now to full-blown love as a woman.

Neither Sally nor Steven can deny their attraction. It’s there, always close to the surface, and Steven can’t take not having her. But can Drew prove that he’s the one for Sally? Can she bring herself to break Drew’s heart? And what will Sally do when she realizes her past is coming back to haunt her, and that it was Steven who opened the door?

Excerpt:

Steven sat back and tried to think over the past couple of years. Sally rarely stayed at the club, not since she got shot in the leg.

“You know it’s safe now.”

“Don’t, Steven.”

“You’re not going to the club because you don’t feel safe.”

“I visit the club all the time, Steven. It’s not that, okay? I just … I like having some quiet time. I used to have it all the time, but something changed.”

“You know I wouldn’t let anything happen to you,” he said.

She chuckled. “I know.” She took her hot chocolate from him and snuggled up close.

Steven wrapped his arm around her, stroking a thumb down her arm.

Drinking his own hot chocolate, he stared at the screen becoming aware of Sally pressed against him. The shirt she wore didn’t hide the fact she wasn’t wearing a bra.

The movie got steamy just like it had to when he was having difficulty right about now. Sally wasn’t a girl anymore. She was a woman, and they’d always had this thing between them. He’d kissed her, for God’s sake, and it had been the only touch he’d had from a woman in years.

Yes, he’d been celibate for a long time now, and it was fucking killing him.

Her hand landed on his leg, and he glanced down at it, wondering if she’d done it on purpose.

Stroking her arm, he stared at the screen.

“Does it always feel like they make it look?” she asked.

He glanced down at her. Her eyes were dilated, and her lips were slick from her licking them. He’d never thought brown eyes were all that attractive until he looked at hers. They were so clear, so beautiful, and she belonged to him. He knew it deep in his soul that she was his, and no one was ever going to take her away from him. Moving his hand up to her neck, he stroked across the pulse, which was pounding.

“It depends on the person you’re with. There are some really shit lovers out there.”

“Shit lovers? You sound like Adam.”

“The brother is rubbing off on me. I can’t help it.”

She sighed. “I like what you’re doing.”

His cock was pressing against the front of his jeans. He turned, cupping her cheek and tilting her head back.

Running a thumb across her bottom lip, he watched as she opened her mouth, and then he couldn’t resist. Closing the small distance, he pressed his lips against hers.

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Baker (The Skulls)

The Skulls, 14

When Baker first saw Millie, he truly believed he was ready to start afresh. The death of his wife and child had left him hollow. It was time to start over and leave his old life behind, without looking back.

Millie was used to coming last in everything, forever second best. There was no way she’d be able to compete with a ghost, so she let Baker go. But years have passed, and Baker is no longer a lost soul. He intends to show Millie the real man he has become. He’s determined to have a future with Millie. With the help of his family, The Skulls, he knows he’ll claim her as his old lady, and his wife in the end. With The Skulls at his back, there’s no chance of failing.

Everything seems to fall into place. Baker has Millie right where he wants her, in his heart, and in his bed. When her sister turns up, trouble comes with her. Can Baker convince Millie that he’ll stick by her? Will Bethany come between them? It’s time for Millie to find out what it’s like to have The Skulls at her back. No one attacks a Skull and gets away with it, and Millie is a Skull, Baker’s old lady, and part of the family.

Excerpt:

Baker moaned. “I’m trying to be the good guy here.”

“You are the good guy. I’m not ready for it to go any further. I’ve never seen this side of you, Baker, and I want to get to know him before anything else happens.”

He stroked her hair and stepped away. “I’ll go and take a seat.”

Her lips tingled from the kiss, and she couldn’t wipe the smile off her face. Everything was out of a fairytale. Well, a biker fairytale, but she loved it.

She made them both a coffee, and made her way into the sitting room. Baker was standing beside her book collection. She was a sucker for romances and cookbooks. Other than that, there was nothing else on her shelves.

“Angel has similar collections,” he said, turning toward her.

“I know. She was the one that recommended some of those books.” She put the coffee onto coasters and took a seat, watching him.

This was the first time a guy was in her home, and especially a guy she actually liked.

He moved and took a seat beside her. Resting her hand on her head, she smiled at him.

“I enjoyed tonight, and I enjoyed that kiss.”

“Thank you, for giving me a chance. I know it mustn’t have been easy for you to do.”

“It wasn’t. I believe you, and I wanted to go out on a date with you.”

“You know from the first moment I saw you, I knew you were going to be trouble.”

“You didn’t say a lot if I remember,” she said, smiling. “The Skulls had ordered a lot of gifts, and you were there to help bring them into the club.”

“I was. I wanted you there and then.”

“You wore your wedding band.”

“I did. Katie was still with me.”

Millie stared into his eyes, and she no longer saw the pain that had once been in his eyes. He really had moved on.

Baker took hold of her hand and stared down at her plain fingers. To her they were fat chubby fingers. Brian had complained that he’d have to expand his grandmother’s ring because they were too big.

Wow, twice in one night she’d thought of her ex.

Maybe with Baker moving on, it was time for her to do so as well.

“You look sad. What’s up, baby?”

“Nothing. Just thinking about the past, and another lifetime. It’s nothing. I’m going to move on, and completely forget about it.”

“If you want to move on, what do you think of making out?”

“I think I’d really like to do that.”

“Have you ever done it before?” he asked.

“No.”

“Not even with your ex?”

“No. Like I said, I thought he was a sweet guy who was considerate. I didn’t know at the time that he was screwing someone else. I haven’t made out with anyone, nor have been felt up before.”

Baker’s hands moved to her hips, and Millie squealed as he moved her over his lap so that she was straddling his hips.

“Then we’ve got to rectify that.”

His hands moved up and down her back, grabbing onto her ass.

“Wow, you’re very grabby.”

“You’ve not seen anything yet.”

His hands moved from her ass, going up to her hair and tugging on the strands. He claimed her mouth, and she cupped his face, kissing him back with a passion that started her. This time, she plunged her tongue into his mouth. Grinding her pussy onto his cock, she wished there weren’t any clothes between them.

“Fuck, baby, you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

“I can feel it, Baker. I don’t have a clue what I’m doing.”

“You’re doing everything right.” He pulled her hair, and she followed his hands. Baker sucked on her neck, sliding his tongue down. “I could quite easily sink inside your tight pussy right now, but I’m not going to. Instead, I’m going to touch you. Is that okay, Millie?”

“Yes, hell yes,” she said.

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Master

Chaos Bleeds, 8

The Skulls & Chaos Bleeds crossover

“I want to play a game.”

Master has plagued The Skulls and Chaos Bleeds for a long time. He has sent Gash to Prison, taken Paris, raped and murdered innocent men and women.

Now after a mass shootout ordered by Master injures many and even kills a couple of their people, Lash is done waiting. With Whizz’s help, he is determined to finish this.

Even as Master’s attacks cause their world to turn upside down, Stink wants Sandy. He has always been in love with her. From the first moment he saw her, he knew she’d be the woman he married. Now with the latest attack putting them all at risk, there’s no way he’s going to let her go, despite how she has fought her feelings for him. Sandy can’t bear to lose Stink, either. Even with their world falling apart, Sandy wants him.

Spider is haunted. The woman he loves is being hurt while he sits around, too injured to do anything. Paris was taken, and he can’t find her. He wants to fight, to get her back. Master has to die. Paris needs to be saved. The clubs need to win.

But can they—and what will be lost in the process of protecting them all?

**This is a The Skulls and Chaos Bleeds crossover novel**

Be Warned: anal sex

Excerpt:

He lived thirty minutes from the clubhouse, close to Lash and Angel, Tiny and Eva. It was his own space, a three-bedroom house with a backyard that also had a pool. Stink enjoyed life’s luxuries, which was another surprise about him. She thought he’d be a slob at home. It hadn’t been the case. Also with his lack of smell, she could enjoy smelly cheeses, garlic, and every kind of food delight imaginable. He never complained.

That is because he loves you.

She climbed off his bike first, pulling the helmet off her head, and taking a deep breath. “I really hate wearing a helmet. Can’t you get me to wear something else?”

“We kill Andrew, you get to ride without a helmet.”

“Do you really think that is possible?”

“To kill him?” Stink asked.

“Yeah, he’s been pretty invincible.”

“He’s a guy, not some devil in disguise. We’ll find him. Whizz just needs to do his thing.”

“It’s hard for him to do when he’s worrying about his kid,” Sandy said.

“Once again we’re talking about stuff that I don’t want you to worry about.” He entered their home, stopping her to kiss her head. “Stop worrying.”

“Doesn’t it concern you that he was able to take two women? Paris and Celia.”

“First, we’ve got Celia back. Second, we’re going to take Paris back. Third, no one was watching them. They were an easy target. We’re not going to let that happen.”

“Just once I think I’d like a life without drama, without worrying if I’m going to get my face blown off, or if I’m going to watch my friends get blown apart.” He cupped her face and pressed a kiss to her lips.

Sandy loved the feel of his lips against hers. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pushed him back just a little, kicking the door closed as she did. Her pussy grew slick, and need took over.

For a long time she had been holding back these feelings for him, but she didn’t want to hold back anymore.

“Sandy?”

“I want you to fuck me, Stink.”

“What? Not now!”

She stepped back and tugged her shirt from her scrubs. “Now.” Wriggling out of her bottoms, she stood before him in a lace bra and panties, desperate for his touch. Stepping up to him, she ran her hands beneath his jacket, against his chest. “Please. I want you.”

He stroked his thumb across her cheek.

“Are you sure about this?”

“This is what I’m sure about. You, us, this, it’s what I want.” Leaving one hand against his heart, she glided the other one down, cupping his cock. He was rock hard, and she smiled. “You can’t tell me you don’t want me.”

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Gash (The Skulls)

The Skulls, 13

Seven years ago, Gash was sent to prison on false rape and murder charges. He put the club first, but now it’s time for him to get his revenge. There’s one woman from his past who may have all the answers: Charlotte. But is she also to blame for his imprisonment?

From the first moment Charlotte saw Gash, she fell in love with him. He was a hardened biker, but she saw something inside him that touched her heart. Now time has damaged both of them, and neither is the same. As they dig deeper into the past, Gash realizes Charlotte is not guilty and was hurt, too, by his enemies. Revenge matters even more now, for her sake, and now that Charlotte is in his life, he’s not going to let her go.

When their enemy’s identity is revealed, will Gash risk Charlotte’s life, or will he let Master go to protect the woman he loves?

Excerpt:

Charlotte was so warm, and it felt so good to be warm. She opened her eyes, and frowned as she blinked sleep from her eyes. It had been over seven years since she had a good night’s sleep free of nightmares. She became aware of a rock hard body at her back with a thigh between hers.

That was something she’d never woken up to. Gash had been completely out of it the night they had slept together, and there hadn’t been any kind of snuggling like this.

Glancing behind her back, she saw that Gash was wrapped around her. His large body held her in place, not letting her move.

“Stop moving,” he said.

“You’re awake.”

“It’s hard to sleep, babe, with you moving around all crazy. Just go back to sleep.”

“You’re holding me!” She yelled the words, shocked that he was holding her. It had been the best night’s sleep of her life, and now she knew why. Gash had been wrapped around her, and she couldn’t think of any other excuse as to why she slept so well.

“I’ve not slept like that in years, and it feels so damn good.”

She tried to wriggle again and came into contact with his dick. He was rock hard. Charlotte didn’t know what she was expecting, but it wasn’t that.

“Is that what I think it is?”

“Moving on my dick is not exactly going to help the situation, babe. You’re turning me on, and I love a nice warm pussy in the morning.”

“I’m not yours.”

“You possess a nice pussy though. I bet if you let loose one time, you’d be soaking wet and begging for my cock.”

“Shut up.”

“Nah, I don’t want to shut up.” The hand on her stomach moved down, and before she could stop him, he cupped her pussy between her thighs. “That’s it, baby. Don’t fight what you want, and give yourself a chance to have what you want.”

“I don’t want you.”

“You don’t? How long has it been since a man has touched this body, Charlotte?” His hand slid beneath her night shirt and touched her intimately.

Charlotte couldn’t fight the arousal that rushed around her body.

“I feel how wet you are, babe. You’re soaking wet, and I’m not even touching the lips of your pussy. Open up for me, and I’ll show you what a good time is really all about.” As he was talking, he’d already slid his hand inside her panties and started fingering her pussy. “Ah, there she is. You’re so wet, Charlotte. You’re coating my fingers.” He kept teasing her pussy, and Charlotte, she couldn’t fight anymore. It had been over seven years since she was with a man, and she couldn’t hold back any longer. Spreading her thighs, she moaned, and he pressed two fingers inside her as his thumb stroked over her clit. “That’s it, Charlotte, let go, and give me those cries.”

Moaning, she closed her eyes, and thrust her pelvis up against him.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so hot. How did I not know this? I’d have taken you out for a test drive.”

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Hardy (The Skulls)

The Skulls, 12

Ten years ago Hardy made a mistake, and it nearly cost him Rose. Instead of facing the harsh reality of what he did, Hardy pretended it didn’t happen at all. Now, Rose has left him once again, but this time she’s not coming back. He can’t live without her. She is his reason for living, and with her being pregnant, he has to find a way of winning her back.

For too long Rose has made all the changes in her marriage. She’s done with fearing what might happen with Hardy. The baby growing inside her is all she needs. What Rose didn’t plan on was for Hardy to completely change, becoming the man she always wanted in her life.

Can their marriage heal from old wounds? Can Hardy prove to Rose that she has nothing to fear? Will she stick around to see how good it could actually be for them? How far will Hardy go to win the woman who owns his heart?

Excerpt:

“Not tonight, not yet. When I fuck you, Rose, you’re going to have my ring back on your finger, and you’re going to let me back in here.” He pressed his hand over her heart. “I’m not going to accept anything less.” Hardy leaned in close so his nose was against her throat. “It doesn’t mean I can’t play, and give you what you need.”

“I need you, Hardy.”

He caressed down her body going to the front of her ratty old shirt. The shirt went to mid-thigh. She couldn’t look away from him as he teased his fingers slid up the inside of her left thigh. Gasping, Rose would have fallen if it hadn’t been for Hardy’s hands holding her up. He cupped her pussy, slipping his fingers beneath the fabric of her panties, sliding over her slit, up to her clit. Hardy circled the bud then slid down to her cunt.

“You’re wet for me, baby. Tell me what you want me to do.”

“I want you, Hardy. I want you pushing me against the bed and fucking me so hard that I’m screaming for it.”

“Keep going.”

“I want to suck your cock until you’re hard for me, then I want to push you to the bed, and climb on top. I know you love it when I ride you.”

“Fuck, baby, you know how to get a man hot for you.” He sucked on her neck, and she moaned as his tongue flicked across her pulse. She was hyper aware, and no one could stop or tame her need in that moment.

Hardy went from fucking her with his fingers to stroking over her clit. Each touch heightened her arousal a little more. It had been too long since he’d touched her. Before she was pregnant they’d been using each other.

Wrong. You’d been using him.

You selfish bitch.

You need to stop.

She cut off all thought and focused on Hardy’s touch.

“When you’re ready for me, Rose, I’m going to fuck you so damn hard you’re not going to remember your fucking name.”

“Yes,” she said, begging him for more.

He flicked her clit, pinching, and caressing.

She couldn’t hold off her orgasm anymore, and she came, screaming his name.

Hardy held her throughout giving her the comfort, and the support that only he could.

This is your man. The love of your life.

He picked her up in his arms, carrying her to her bed. Hardy settled her inside, cupping her cheek.

“You can stay,” she said.

“Not until you’re ready for me. I told you, Rose, I’m not going to take your for granted. I’m going to earn my place in your life, and in your heart.”

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Alex

The Skulls, 11

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An eye for an eye.

Alex doesn’t have a clean past. His is filled with betrayal, anger, hurt, and loss. All he had to do was protect a young woman, Preston’s sister. Instead she ends up dead, and Alex hides the evidence, keeping silent about it for ten years.

A tooth for a tooth.

Alex’s mistakes have caught up with him. He may be part of The Skulls, but he knows better than most that the MC wants him gone. Everything he’s sacrificed means nothing in the face of one man intent on hurting him by hurting the people he cares about, including his newfound love, Sunshine.

A life for a life.

Sunshine, Michael, Tabitha, Tiny, The Skulls—who will survive, and who will die? Will Alex have to face this alone? Or will The Skulls pull through for the man who has always been in the background of their lives? The countdown is on.

Be Warned: bondage, anal sex

Excerpt:

“You’re a virgin?”

“Yes.”

He pressed his cock against her body, and she gasped. His cock was rock hard, rubbing against her stomach.

“Do you feel that?” She nodded. “That’s how much I want to be inside your tight pussy. I’ve wanted you for a long time.”

“Then why haven’t you made a play for me?” she asked. Not once during the time they’d known each other had he ever given away his feelings. They rarely talked, and it was only now that they’d said more than a couple of words to each other.

“You weren’t ready.”

“You didn’t even give me a chance to be ready.”

Dropping her hand from his back, she slowly brought it down to rest against his cock. He released a growl but didn’t let her go.

“Do you know what you’re doing?”

“I’m grabbing your cock.”

Alex pressed a hard kiss against her lips, biting on her lip. She cried out at the sudden assault of pleasure that crashed through her body. The little pain was delicious, and she didn’t want it to end.

“You’re playing with fire, little girl.”

“There’s nothing little about me.” She was growing tired of being treated like a child. There was nothing childish about her. She was a full grown woman, and no one seemed to see her as such.

“I know.” His lips brushed across her neck going to her chest near the tips of her breasts. “If you want to stop being seen like a little girl, come to my room tonight.” He held her hair a little tighter forcing her to look at him. “I’m warning you, Sunshine. Be sure you want my dick inside you before you come to me. I’m not someone to mess with. I won’t rape you, and I sure won’t feel guilty about being inside you.”

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Blaine: Christmas at The Skulls

Post author By Author Sam Crescent
Post date December 16, 2014
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The Skulls, 10

It’s Christmas at The Skulls and you’re invited.

When it came to Emily, Blaine messed up. He knocked her up and wasn’t there for her. He went off the deep end and lost everything including his woman and his daughter.

He owes Angel everything for bringing his girls back into his life.

Emily has tried to forget the past and move on but she can’t. Blaine is back to being the man she fell in love with but for how long? Can she trust him? There are so many questions that she can’t answer.

It’s the time for forgiving. Blaine’s determined to prove to Emily he’s not going anywhere. He’s back and he’s taking her as his wife. Will she accept or leave him for good?

Nothing is ever certain at The Skulls!

Excerpt:

This was what he loved about Emily. She was a natural woman. There was nothing fake about her. Lenard was right. She loved with her whole heart. Emily never gave half. It was always full. But she was giving him half of herself. She was scared to give herself completely, and he’d been the one to destroy that part of her. He’d make sure she didn’t have a choice but to love him.

He removed his hand long enough to open the buttons on her pajama shirt. Blaine revealed her tits to his gaze. They were large, full, and the tips of her nipples were rock hard.

“Beautiful,” he said, stroking a thumb over one hard bud.

“Blaine?”

“I’ve been thinking about seeing you like this for a long time.” He leaned in close, flicking the tip of her dark red nipple with his tongue.

They both groaned. The sound filled the air between them, echoing off the walls.

He sucked the nipple into his mouth as he pinched the other. Blaine flicked the tip a final time before moving toward the other. He slid his hands down her body to rest on her pajama bottoms. His cock was rock hard, and he wore a pair of sweat pants that didn’t hide his raging erection.

“Please, Blaine.”

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ve got you covered. I’m going to make you feel so good.” He went to his knees and started to remove her pants. Within seconds he had her completely naked. Leaving the bed, he tugged his sweat pants off. He wouldn’t fuck her this morning. The only time he’d fuck her was when she was begging him to do it.

Crawling on the bed, he opened her thighs, seeing the fight in her eyes.

He didn’t give her a chance to push him away.

Blaine opened the lips of her sex, pressing his thumb to her clit.

She arched up. Her tits shook with her indrawn breath.

“Are you as juicy as I remember?”

He closed the distance between them, opening her pussy to see her swollen clit. She was soaking wet. His mouth watered, and he didn’t wait for her permission. Blaine sucked her nub, groaning as her cream filled his mouth.

“Blaine.” She screamed his name, thrusting her pelvis up against him.

“So wet and so juicy.” He moved down to her entrance and pressed his tongue inside. She tasted musky, sweet, and exactly like his woman. “You’re perfect.”

“Please, Blaine.”

“Do you want me to make you come?”

“Yes. Please, Blaine, I need it. I’ve not been with anyone else but you. I need you.”

He was going to be everything to her. Blaine wasn’t going to walk away. She may not know what she felt for him, but he wasn’t going to let her doubt her feelings for him again. He didn’t go through all the shit he went through just to lose her now. She was his woman, and he wasn’t going to let her get away.

Plundering her cunt with his tongue, he stroked her clit. Her screams grew louder as he teased her pussy.

“This is my pussy, Emily. I took your virginity. I lay claim to it. You gave birth to my child. The only dick this cunt will ever see is mine.”

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Whizz

The Skulls, 9

The Skulls, 9

Gonzalez is gone, but the damage has already been done.

Whizz has been to hell and back, and he doesn’t live life anymore. The demons of the past are never too far behind—until she enters his life. Lacey makes him feel again. She makes him want to live, to breathe, to be part of life. But she’s the enemy, and he’s just helped to wipe out the whole of her club. Still, no matter what happens, he can’t let her go.

Lacey knows what it’s like to be broken. She recognizes the pain inside Whizz, and she hates to see him like this. There’s no way she should love the man who helped to take away her club family, but she does. He makes her want things she can never have.

Can Lacey get over her hatred of The Skulls to finally accept her love for Whizz? What will happen when Whizz’s nightmares almost bring him to kill Lacey? Will the club stand behind his decision to love a woman who almost got them all killed?

Be Warned: anal sex

Excerpt:

“I’m going to claim this pussy and this ass, Lacey. I’m going to possess you all.” She didn’t argue or fight with him. He pushed her back on the bed to make her comfortable. Tonight he’d be tasting her pussy and feeling her wrapped around his cock. Without tearing his gaze away, he circled her clit before sliding down to slide into her tight cunt. His finger disappeared within her tightness.

Lacey groaned, thrusting her hips up against his finger. He added a second finger watching her fuck up to him. Sawing his fingers inside her, he spread the digits open in the hope of opening her up a little. She was so tight. He couldn’t wait to get inside her.

Removing his fingers, he brought them to his lips to suck the cream off each one. “You’re so fucking tasty.” He groaned, pushing his fingers back inside her, needing her to take more of him. “I’m going to lick this sweet pussy now, baby. I don’t want you to move.”

“Please, Whizz, I can’t take much more.”

“It’s okay, baby. I’ll take care of that need.” He sucked more cream off his fingers before taking her clit into his mouth. Scoring the hard bud between his teeth, he groaned at the same time she screamed. He pressed his hands on the inside her of thighs, keeping her in the same place as he attacked her clit. Licking, sucking, and biting the hard bud, he worked between sliding his tongue within her cunt to attacking her clit. He wanted her shaking with pleasure, mindless with need. Whizz wanted her to be a slut to her own desire. When it came to Lacey, he wanted to give her everything she’d missed out on. In his arms she’d embrace every passion she’d denied herself.

The life she led hadn’t been one filled with sunshine and roses, but with pain and secrecy. He intended to change all of that, give her what no other man could give her. In that moment, Whizz knew he was going to claim her. Lacey woke a part of him that he believed had died long ago. He wasn’t dead inside when he was with Lacey. The nightmares could come and go as long as he had his woman by his side. She made him a better person just by being in her company.

He pressed two fingers within her at the same time as licking her clit.

“Please, Whizz, fuck me, I can’t take much more.”

Whizz shook his head. “No, you’re going to come. I’m going to swallow down every drop.”

She cried out, whimpering. “No, I can’t do it. Please.”

He wouldn’t stop. Flicking her clit, he started to pump his fingers inside her like he was going to with his cock within a matter of moments.

Her pussy tightened around his fingers.

“Come for me, Lacey. Give it to me.” Sucking the bud into his mouth, he added a third finger into her cunt.

She split apart, screaming his name. Her cum coated his fingers, and he used the extra lubrication to get as deep inside her as she could. Whizz didn’t stop. He didn’t want to stop until she was shaking.

“Stop,” she said, screaming the words.

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Revenge

The Skulls 8

The Skulls, 8

Two MCs and one enemy—who will come out alive?

Any threat against The Skulls and Tiny deals with it, but Gonzalez is not any ordinary threat. Taking him out will require more than a bullet to the head. It’s going to take time, patience, and help, but can Tiny trust Devil? No one’s been able to control the leader of Chaos Bleeds, so how far does Devil’s loyalty go? When Eva and Angel are attacked, Tiny loses it. He’ll handle the threat alone—and a friendship is torn apart.

Called away from Fort Wills, Devil has no choice but to deal with the dead body hung up outside of his compound. Lexie’s sister wasn’t part of his world, but now he has to deal with her death. He’s done with the threats, the deaths, and the uncertainty—and with Tiny. Devil’s going to take out the fucker that has almost destroyed his club, no matter who stands in his way.

No one is going to be the same again as Gonzalez leaves his mark wherever he goes. Who will survive? Who will die? And what will happen next?

Be Warned: anal play, bondage

Excerpt:

“What’s the matter, honey? Did that bastard do anything to you?”

She chuckled. He always threatened Tiny whenever he called. It was funny even though she didn’t doubt for a minute that Ned would hurt Tiny if she asked. Her father was very protective of her, and she didn’t mind. It was nice having a man worry about her.

“No, I don’t want you to hurt him. It’s just this shit with Gonzalez. I don’t know, it’s all getting to me, you know?”

Ned sighed over the line. “It’s a shit situation we’re all in.”

“I’m scared.” She’d never in all of her years ever admitted to being scared before. This was a first. Being around a father who controlled a bunch of fighters, she had found it hard to be afraid of anything. She was finding it a lot easier now to be scared.

“Baby, honey, you’ve got to be strong. Talk to Tiny. I hate his fucking guts, but I also respect him. There’s no one else I’d trust with your safety than that man.”

Wiping the tears that had fallen, she smiled. “I know.”

“He loves you.”

“I know. It’s not him I’m worried about. What’s going to happen? I don’t know what I’ll do without him, Dad.”

Ned was silent on the other end of the line. “You’re my daughter. You’ll do what I’d expect you to.”

“What?”

“Anything happens to Tiny, you’ll get Miles and Tabitha and all your passports, and then you’re on the first flight here. I don’t give a shit what anyone says. You’re my daughter, and you’ll come fucking home.” She heard some muttering in the background. “Do you hear me, Eva? You will come home and I’ll protect you along with my boys. You’ve got nothing to worry about in that respect.”

“I can’t stand for anything to happen to him or any of the club.”

“We’ve all got to deal with losing someone. Don’t let it scare you, Eva. You’re better than this. You’re a club woman, an old lady to Tiny. Deal with the shit when it comes, but until then, embrace the time you’ve got him. I can’t promise it won’t hurt. It will. It’ll hurt more than anything you’ve ever known, but afterward, you’ll slowly start to mend the pieces of your broken heart.”

“It’s going to go bad, isn’t it?” she asked, hearing the fear in his voice.

“I’m preparing you for the worst in the hope it doesn’t happen. All I’ve ever done is try to prepare you.”

“Daddy, I’m not ready for this.”

“You will be. No one is ready for it until it actually happens.”

Noise near the door made her look up. Tiny was staring down at her with concern in his eyes.

“I’ve got to go.”

“Talk with Tiny or I will.” Those were Ned’s final words before she hung up the phone.

Wiping the last of her tears aside, she smiled at him. “I didn’t hear you approaching.”

“Your dad going to come and kick my ass?” Tiny helped her to her feet.

“No, of course not.”

He had the pantry door closed with her pressed up against it. “I don’t want you to be afraid.” Her chest was to the door. Tiny wrapped her hair around his fist, moving the strands out of his way.

“I can’t help it.”

“Then try. I’ll never let anything happen to you,” she heard him say as he inhaled her scent. His tongue licked a path from the pulse in her neck to her earlobe. “You’re my everything, Eva.” He bit down, making her moan.

“Please,” she said, begging.

With his free hand, he glided his fingers up underneath her shirt.

“I need to be inside you. Fucking you is never enough. I’ve got to have you again.” He tore open her shirt. Someone pushed on the handle of the pantry door about to open it. Tiny slammed his palm against on the wood. “Fuck off. We’re busy.”

“Oops, sorry, man. I’m hungry,” Pussy said, shouting through the door.

“Fuck off.”

Tiny palmed her breast even as Pussy’s mumbling complaints could be heard through the door.

“Tiny?”

“No, I don’t want to hear any complaints from you. I’m going to fuck you to make us both feel better, and then I’m taking you shopping. Shut the fuck up complaining. You want this as much as I do.” He nibbled on her neck, cutting off any complaint she might have had.

With one tug on her bra, he tore the fabric, leaving her tits hanging free.

“Fuck, I love your body, Eva. Never change, baby. I never want you to change.” He tugged on her nipples, pinching and stroking the hard peaks. She didn’t have any other choice than to take his wicked torment.

Eva couldn’t complain about anything he’d done to her. Each erotic touch set off a burning deep inside her. She needed his hands and mouth on her body.

“Please,” she said, whimpering.

“I will when I’m good and ready.” He moved onto the next breast, fingering her nipples. She cried out as the sharp pain went straight to her clit. “That’s it, baby. Shout my name. Tell me what you want.”

“I want you.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

She shook her head. “No, anything but that.”

“Then you better tell me what you want otherwise I’m leaving you like this.”

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The Skulls

Butch

The Skulls 7

Danger is heading to Fort Wills…

Leaving The Skulls was the best and worst decision of his life. Butch knew to keep his woman, Cheryl and her young son safe, he needed to make sacrifices, and pulling out of the club was the only way to go. Cheryl loves Butch, but she will not accept him quitting the club. She doesn’t need him to become a saint in order to love him.

Butch cannot understand that and is more than willing to make any sacrifice necessary for Cheryl, but now those very sacrifices are about to tear apart everything he’s ever known.

With a new threat facing them and no way for him to protect his woman, Butch has to make a choice. However, Butch is not all that he seems. He’s got a past that even The Skulls don’t know about, and no one is safe.

Life as The Skulls know it is about to be blown apart.

Be Warned: anal sex, bondage, spanking

Excerpt:

“Do you want to come in?” she asked, finally finding her voice.

He stepped through the door, and she moved out of the way for him to enter. “Thanks, babe. Dinner smells amazing.”

She smiled. “Thanks. I’m about to dish up. Do you want to come on through?” Crap, she was starting to sound like some waitress.

Butch caught her hand. “You’re not getting away from me that easily.” The door was closed, and he pressed her against it. “Where’s Matthew?”

“At my mother’s.”

Was he going to kiss her? She didn’t know what to expect, and the anticipation was killing her.

“You didn’t have to get rid of him for me.”

“I didn’t. Matthew loves spending time with my mom. She loves having him. I thought it would be nice for us to be alone.” He cupped her cheek, and all thought fled her mind at the contact. His palm was rough from years of hard work. Butch wasn’t shy about work.

“We’re alone?”

“Yes.” The word came out as a croak. He was invading her privacy, and her body was coming alive after years of being kept asleep.

“I’ve been thinking about doing this all day.” Butch leaned in close. His breath fanned across her face, making her moan. Tilting her head back, she ran her hands up his chest wanting more than anything to feel his lips on hers.

You’ve known him long enough to want this. Don’t feel guilty for wanting this.

In that moment with his lips mere inches from her face, she didn’t give a shit either way. His lips were on hers, and she was in heaven. Tugging at the strands of hair at the back of his neck, she moaned at the feel of his hard body pressed against hers. Closing her eyes, she melted against him. The hand on her cheek sank into her hair, tugging on the strands while his other gripped her hip tightly.

Lifting her leg over his hip, she felt the hard ridge of his cock pressing against her core. His tongue plundered her mouth as she rode his body. All sense left her as her body took over. She knew what she wanted even though her mind was trying to fight.

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