His love roared louder
than her demons.
- |writtenbyhim.
I’m half asleep by the time Nightmare crawls into bed behind me. Maverick’s passed out right next to me on a cot Princess found in the storage room. It’s a tight fit in here, but we’ll make-do for a few days. It’s not so bad either, since I’ve gotten used to sleeping next to Night most of the time, and we have to share a bed here.
“Mmm, you smell so fuckin’ good,” he whispers in my ear, and I can make out whiskey laced with mint on his breath. He must’ve been drinking with his brothers a bit before and then swished with mouthwash before coming to bed.
“And you smell like whiskey and mouthwash.” I grin and he chuckles.
“Sounds like a damn good combination to me.” He wraps his strong arm around my waist, pulling me into his warmth. It’s like being covered with a fluffy blanket, and I love the feeling.
“It is.”
“You finally gonna let me in your pants, baby?”
“And there’s the whiskey talking.”
“Dollface…” It’s nearly a whine which makes me laugh.
“Oh no, you don’t crawl in bed half-lit and expect me to spread ‘em for you, the first time in years, at that. Maybe eventually, but not tonight, handsome.”
“You think I’m handsome?” he asks in an unsure mumble.
“Of course, you’re handsome. You’re freaking hot. I’m not afraid to admit that much. Besides, you know it anyhow, all those chicks going crazy over you when you play the drums.”
“That’s just the rocker vibe. But you think that, even with the scar and fucked up colored eye?”
Can he really be unsure about it? I would never peg him being insecure about anything, or caring for that matter. He’s nuts if he doesn’t realize women love mismatched eyes and scars like that. He’s not only gorgeous, but he’s got the bad-boy-kind-of-scary-but-damn-I-could-fuck-you kind of look going—always.
“I think your eyes are beautiful, and the scar is sexy.”
“Hmm...You’re beautiful.”
“And you’re horny.”
“I am,” he admits and I grind my ass against him just to tease him a bit.
“You’re bad, Bethany, and bad one’s get spanked. You better watch it or I’ll pull those panties down, then you’ll be begging to be fucked.”
“Jesus Christ, why do you have to say shit like that? Our son is right next to us. I can’t go at it; you know I could never be quiet when you were in full-on pound town mode.”
He chuckles, and it sends tingles all over me. He sounds absolutely delicious. “Fine, but I’m having some fun,” he declares as the palm resting on my stomach flattens and skims under the elastic of my panties.
“Ummm…whoa, buddy,” I sputter as his palm rests over my clit and he applies some pressure.
“Enough being patient,” he grumbles, his soft lips coming to my neck where he nips and sucks the tender area.
Holding my breath so I don’t squirm and intensify the erotic tingles, I go with it, closing my eyes in the moment. It takes everything in me not to be loud with him. I don’t know what it is, why he gets me so flustered like he does, but it’s like his hands are magic.
I have to be quiet, but it doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy his touch, the feeling of him holding me so closely to him. I’ve wanted Nightmare since the first day I set my eyes on him. He’s absolutely crazy if he doesn’t realize how gorgeous he is or how women gawk when they see him. Fucking sinful is more accurate.
His middle finger dips between my folds making me gasp. It’s been too long since I’ve felt him. Everything is right on the edge, wanting to explode and waiting for his next move.
He leans over a bit and I turn my face to him, letting him take my mouth with his. As his tongue strokes mine, his finger sinks into my depth. He catches the moan that attempts to escape from my lips, keeping all of me for himself.
Pulling my bottom lip between his, he bites it, just rough enough to make my eyes pop back open. He’s wearing a wicked smile. The fucker knows he turns me to putty with his touch.
“Feel good, dollface?”
“Yes, fantastic.”
“Oh yeah, that good, huh? How about when I do this?” He dips another finger in, moving them in long strokes. His thumb circles my clit at the same time, and it’s a miracle I can breathe or think through the sensations.
“Fucking shit,” leaves me on a breathy gasp. So unladylike but I could care less. He knows exactly what it means.
“Yeah?” he growls, his teeth biting at my bottom lip again. My eyes roll back, submitting to his blissful torture. Smelling him, feeling him, hearing him—all have my body waving the white flag to whatever he wants to do with it.
His fingers plunging in deep has my mouth popping open. He uses the opportunity to kiss me again. It’s the feelings that the best types of dreams are made of. The twists and flutters spiraling all around as you’re enraptured in the sweetest bit of euphoria between a man and a woman.
“I want you seeing motherfuckin’ stars when you look at me, baby,” he admits. If he only knew. He’s been making me see stars for far too long already.
“I do, oh God, I do.”
“Fireworks, Bethany.”
His growl has me wanting to climb over him and ride him like a fucking cowgirl. I’m not one, never have been, but pretty sure I could give him one hell of a ride to convince him differently.
“I do.”
“Swear to me.”
“I swear.” I’ll tell him anything he wants to hear. The only thing clouding my mind is the building orgasm and the fact that it’s Nightmare giving it to me.
“It’s what I saw when you had my cock in your mouth—stars. Fucking bright-ass stars and your beautiful face. Had me shooting my load off like no other.” His finger presses against my nub harder, and the breath catches in my throat.
“Now, dollface, give me more fucking stars,” he orders, pressing his fingers in me, stroking quicker, and I explode.
My pussy quivers with delight, attempting to pull him in deeper as my body rides the wave of pleasure. The wave that only Nightmare makes me feel whenever I’m with him—no one else. No other man can play my body so easily and make it do whatever he wants it to; they never even come close.
“Night.” Groaning, my hand clutches his forearm to me, not letting him move away immediately. The aftershocks flutter through, and he waits patiently while dropping kisses all along my neck. I could lie here and let him pepper kisses all night long and be a happy woman.
“I saw stars.”
“Promise?” he whispers against my throat.
I nod and the only dreams that come that night are ones filled with a broody man, there to protect and love me. They’re the best types of dreams to have.
“You have to leave?” Bethany peers up at me, worried.
“I do.”
“Please be careful.”
“I will.”
I stuff the saddlebags with my belongings. She stands at the back of my bike, holding Maverick’s hand as they watch me. Everyone’s loading up, a few of us having to say good-bye to our other halves. We haven’t made anything official or said it out loud, but that’s what she is to me. Maverick is just icing on the cake when it comes to our family. I’d do anything for that kid.
“I feel like we’ve barely had time to reconnect,” she admits, biting her bottom lip.
Nodding, I stand and pull her into my arms, Maverick’s hand wrapping around my thigh. “It’ll be all right. Once I get back, we’ll have more time,” I mumble in her hair.
“Princess told me what happened with this group before; just watch your back. You have a kid waiting for you.”
“Just a kid?” I pull her in my arms, holding her tighter.
“You have me, too.”
I nod again, taking in the flowery scent from her shampoo. “Go inside. I probably won’t call you or text ‘cause I’ll be riding most the time.”
“If you aren’t coming back right away for some reason, you need to at least text.”
“I will, I promise.” Pulling back, I press my lips to hers gently. I want to own her mouth, kiss her roughly to take as much as possible, but I don’t. I’m gentle, giving her my sweet side, relishing in her taste so I can easily remember it later.
“Later alligator.” Putting my fist out, Mav bumps it with his, giving me a happy grin.
“Bye, Daddy.”
In no time we’re loaded up, our engines shaking the ground as the nine of us take off on a mission of revenge. It’s time to head to Oklahoma and fuck some shit up.