I couldn’t believe I was alone in a hotel room making love to Sky. Fucking her, the way I’d fantasized about and jerked off to more times than I could count. She was amazing. Crazy amazing. She needed a new word. Cramazing.

I wasn’t making any sense. I’d cum so hard inside her I wondered if I ever would again. Nothing had ever felt as good as Sky wrapped around me, moaning, taking me in, wanting everything I gave her. I’d worried I’d be too much for her, have to stop or hold back the whole time so I wouldn’t hurt her. She was so much smaller than me, I’d honestly figured the logistics could pose a problem. But where there was a will, there was a way. She’d been so wet that I’d slid right in, so eager she’d clawed at my ass, rolling her hips to take in all of me.

I’d wanted to make it last, give her a romantic first time together. Maybe burn a few candles, show her what a patient, giving lover I could be. I could go all night and, with Sky, I wanted to blow her mind again and again.

Then she’d wrapped her legs around me, cried out my name and told me she wanted me to fuck her. I didn’t remember too much after that. I’d pounded into her, sweaty, demanding, a beast on the edge of reason, beyond control, needing to possess and mark her as mine with my seed.

“I thought maybe you didn’t want this,” Sky murmured, lying naked in my arms, her head against my chest.

“What?” The idea was so crazy. I couldn’t imagine she’d ever thought that way. “What about the way I could never keep my eyes off you? Or how I couldn’t stop touching you even though you were married?”

“You didn’t kiss me when I came to you.” Her voice sounded small.

“What, the night you were attacked by your husband?” She nodded against my chest. “Was that the right time to make my move?” I knew I sounded incredulous.

“No,” she agreed. “I know. It’s just… when I saw you with Nikki. You looked so perfect together. She was so pretty and happy. And you looked so happy, too.”

“I did?” Bored, maybe. Distracted. Or pleasantly comfortable. Those were a lot of the memories I had of being with Nikki.

“I’m not exactly like her,” she continued, “all carefree and easy.”

“Hey.” I managed to prop myself up on an elbow. I wanted to look her in the eye. “You know who I thought about when I was with Nikki? You. I tried to move on, but I couldn’t. I thought about you all the time.”

She smiled, resting her chin against my chest. “I can’t believe you remember that day I met you when I first moved here. That was like four years ago.”

“Course I remember that. You looked so sweet and pretty. I hated seeing you with Griller. You never belonged with him.”

She shook her head. “I was young and stupid. I wasted way too much time with him.”

“Not any more. You’re with me now.” I stroked her hair, loving the silky feel between my fingers. Every inch of her was a playground, her skin, her breasts, her lips. I wanted to devour her whole all over again. But after the pounding I’d just given her, she had to need a break. I had not exactly gone easy or slow.

She wriggled against me, pressing her breasts to my chest, running her palm along my stomach. If she didn’t want to get the party started again, she was going to have to stop doing that. When she dropped her hand to my cock, cradling its length, stroking it as it grew hard again, I had to say, “You can’t be ready to go again.”

She smiled up at me, impish, determined. “Let me decide if I’m ready or not. She rose and damn if she didn’t straddle me, her hips grinding against mine. “Let me show you how ready I am.”

She took my shaft and brought it to her dripping entrance. Holding onto the headboard, she steadied herself. I watched her face as she sank down on my cock. Her mouth opened at the size of me. She felt so good, almost impossibly tight around me, her hips stretching open. I probably should have let her go slow, lead, but it felt too good. I loved making that mouth of hers pop open way too much.

She might be on top, but I drove into her. Hands on her hips, I pushed up into her with my dick. She groaned, her head tilting back, her naked breasts displayed for me as she arched back in pleasure.

I growled with satisfaction, watching her hips roll and undulate as she took me in, riding me in rhythm. “That’s it,” I encouraged her, watching her work to take me all in, sliding along my length. Working her back down again, I slammed up inside of her.

She cried out, hand up to her hair, straddling me and rocking like she was riding a bucking bronco. It was as erotic as hell, but I needed more. Moving swiftly, I flipped her, keeping her knees bent, ass up, but guiding her shoulders and head down into the pillows. Pushing her thighs apart with mine, I brought my cock to her entrance. At that angle, I pushed into her without warning in one, long thrust. She screamed, digging her fingers into the pillows, but she pushed back as she did it, wanting every inch. She wasn’t trying to squirm away. She was trying to arch back into me, offering herself up to fuck and fuck hard.

Grabbing onto her hips, I started working her, pounding into her, watching the way she took me in with every thrust. Her ass jiggled with the force, her moans growing louder, mewling, crying out for more. I reached around, finding her clit and stroking it in rhythm, filling her deep as I worked her most sensitive spot. She broke apart, squeezing along my cock as she came, spasming and gasping. But I didn’t stop. Pounding into her, relentless, I kept at it.

“More,” I growled, pumping into her, watching her quiver and strain to stay up on her knees. The orgasm must have been powerful. She probably thought she was going to get a rest afterwards. Not yet. I’d waited too long, had way too much time to cook up nasty fantasies about her. One of my favorites was forcing her to cum, again and again, making her beg and plead and shake and sweat.

Slowing down, deliberate with my movements, I teased her, giving her the entire length of my cock, then inching it out. She panted, trying to slide down on me, trying to get me to pick up the pace. I loved how eager she was. But I wasn’t going to let her have it. Not yet. I wanted to watch it build in her, see her shiver and shake before she exploded again.

“You’re going to come again for me,” I told her, so slow in, so slow out. “You’re going to come hard.”

“Yes, Jax.” She moaned, “Please.” She clutched at the sheets.

I spread her ass cheeks apart, feasting on the sight of her pussy as I shoved my thick cock in deep, then withdrew. So slippery, I slid in and out in a maddeningly slow rhythm. She whimpered, trying to push back on me, trying to make it happen faster. Ass up in the air, back curved, she was the prettiest thing I’d ever seen. I rubbed her lower back, pressing her down as I caressed her. “That’s it. Give yourself to me. All of you.”

She moaned, surrendering completely. Firmly, commandingly, I grabbed her hips. Positioning myself up closer, right behind her, I raised her higher for a more intense angle.

“Now, I’ll fuck you the way you deserve. The way you need.” I thrust all the way into her with one long, strong push. She trembled and cried out as I ground into her, faster, deeper, losing myself to the rhythm, pistoning in and out.

She looked so perfect there before me, so rosy and curvy, all feminine softness, yielding and wet. I was going to cum soon. And I realized I didn’t have a condom. Balls tightening, pulse pounding, at the last minute I withdrew and shot my hot cum all over her ass.

She screamed, shaking as she came, my cum spurting all over her pink cheeks, dripping down her thighs, coating her creamy skin. I shot out, then shot some more, rubbing her ass with my cock, watching it glisten over her rounded curves. I ran my hand over her cheeks, claiming her, rubbing in my cum, stroking her as she shuddered and rode out one last crest of her orgasm.

“So good, baby,” I murmured, amazed by her. I’d never had sex so intense, felt so turned on by a woman’s every sound, every move. She sighed in response, so content, so spent as she collapsed onto the bed, hips down, legs splayed. I’d worked my woman hard. Gathering her against me, I kissed her hair, her cheek.

Had I been too rough with her? She’d been with a violent, abusive man. I probably should have talked with her first, had a logical, rational, adult conversation about boundaries and language. I hadn’t meant to get so rough with her. But instinct had taken over and with Sky, that was how we fit together.

“How you doing?” I caressed her arms, her neck, wanting her to feel cherished and loved.

“So good.” She sounded drowsy, exhausted.

But I had to ask, “Too rough?”

She smiled, looking up at me so enraptured. “You’re exactly how I always dreamed you’d be. Late at night.” She traced a finger over my chest, gazing up shyly. “When I’d touch myself. Only what you just did was even better.”

She sank back down, snuggled into me. My heart raced, my cock already starting to stir again at her words. “You might be the death of me,” I told her.

“We’ll both die happy,” she murmured, sounding pretty damn deliriously happy herself.

“What do you think they’ll do to him?” Sky sat next to me in the back seat of the SUV, a plain black baseball cap pulled down low over her head. We were parked in downtown Cavallo, half a block from Griller’s girlfriend’s apartment. So far, we hadn’t seen either one of them.

“Do you really want to know?” Did she really not know? She’d been a part of the MC world the last several years. Sure, she and Griller had grown increasingly distant, and she’d told me she’d never spent much time with the crew. But she must know.

“Yes,” she said, certain.

“They’ll kill him.” No question about it.

She nodded, not seeming surprised by the news. Perhaps she had already known. “They will.” She bit her fingernail, never stopping her vigilant search out the front window. “I know it’s not right. But he’ll never stop hunting me down. Never let me live in peace.”

“Never,” I agreed. I wanted to rush in, reassure her. Tell her everything was fine. But there was that pragmatic streak in me, holding me back. She needed to work it out herself. I might be able to put a Band-Aid on the wound, make her forget about it for the short term. But life was a long time to live. If you felt guilty about something, it would eat away at you no matter how many people tried to make you feel better.

I should know. After the boat accident, everyone involved had told me I wasn’t to blame for Ian’s injuries. Ian himself had asked for me, one of the first persons he wanted to see after he came to in the burn ward. I’d slunk into his room, so embarrassed all I had was a broken arm and a few bruises. Seventy percent of his body had been burned.

But he’d looked up at me from his hospital bed, a mess of bandages and charred skin, and he’d thanked me. “You did all you could,” he’d said as I’d stood there silent, one of the few times in my life I’d shaken with tears. “I saw you trying to get to me. I know you did everything you could.”

His words had stayed with me, but the guilt had proven even stronger, something about that night seeming to validate a fear I’d always had about myself, deep down. All my life, looking like a thug with a disinterested mother and a father in and out of jail, I’d always felt like a bad guy. I’d struggled to straighten out, do the right thing. But no matter how hard I tried, that doubt dogged me. Maybe it didn’t matter how hard I tried. Maybe it was baked in. I was no good.

So, I let Sky work it out herself. She needed to come to her own conclusions about the step she was about to take. If she went through with it and led Griller to the Reapers, she wouldn’t be the one pulling the trigger, but she wouldn’t be far from it. She had to look that head on, and make sure she could live with it the rest of her life.

“There’ll be no tracing it back to us, right?” she asked. “That’s the deal. We give them Griller. They give us freedom.”

“That’s right. Freedom.”

“We can walk away.” She smiled at me, but it wasn’t like the smiles she was giving me last night, or in the early hours of the morning in our hotel room. This one was determined, but small and tight. “It’s pretty Old Testament, though.” She looked out the window again.

“An eye for an eye,” I agreed.

“I’m not sure it’s the right thing to do.” It was difficult, watching her work her way through it. But I was a patient man. “He doesn’t do things the right way, though,” she added. “He’s been torturing and murdering people for years. Who knows how many people he’s hurt, husbands and fathers. He’s a bad man.” She shook her head. “He hurt me. He’ll hurt you. He’ll never let me divorce him. He’ll never let me rest.”

“Never,” I agreed. “But this is a big call, Sky. You have to make sure you really want to go through with it.”

She nodded, looking out with more weariness than I ever wanted to see on her lovely face again. But I guessed that was part of what made us connect so intensely, too. Neither of us had had an unmarked life. We’d both been through some rough shit, seen things that left us scarred. But that was part of what made her beautiful to me, how resilient she was, how I still saw her sing and smile and chat with everyone at the home even while she knew such darkness and pain. The woman baked pies, for Christ’s sake. She insisted on being happy, despite knowing the exact opposite. And man did she deserve to be happy. I hoped she’d give me a shot at making her feel that way the rest of her days.

“Let’s do it,” she declared. As if on cue, Griller’s girlfriend rounded the corner. But she walked alone. It wouldn’t be time to act even if Griller were with her. We needed to plan things out, get a sense of how they moved so we could decide on ours. But it put the wheels in motion.

Silent, we both watched her turn and climb some front stairs. Key in the lock, she entered. That was definitely where she lived. And where we’d see Griller, sooner or later. The location was set.

We spent a couple more hours waiting, watching, but after she emerged alone, clearly done up for the night, we knew we wouldn’t see much more for a while. We stopped at a drive-thru, picking up something quick and easy where no one could spot us. Again, I wished I could treat Sky better. I wasn’t exactly a rich man, but the bar had made me decent money. Now that I’d cashed out, I had a nice bank account I would happily dip into to spoil Sky, lavish her with romantic dinners, take her shopping or whatever else she wanted. But for now, I’d have to settle for hamburgers and the bags of stuff my guy had managed to steal away from Sky’s apartment.

“How did he get these?” Sky asked me back at the hotel room.

“Better not to know.” I didn’t even know the guy’s tactics. He was a slippery fish. I’d paid him a bundle, but the reason I knew I could trust him to keep quiet was that he owed me from a night a couple years back. He’d stolen the wallet right out of the back pocket of a Skull. And not just any Skull, the club president, a fact he had not known. I’d caught him as he’d walked out, but instead of making a scene, knowing it would likely cost him his life or at least his balls, I’d let him put it back, sight unseen. He’d swung by from time to time since then, insisting on paying me back, telling me he wanted to do me a solid. Well, now we were even.

“My clothes!” She spun around, holding pieces up in delight. “I’m going to show you something!” Flashing me a mischievous glance, she darted off to the bathroom. When she came out in a matching lacy bra and panties set, I knew she wouldn’t have them on for long.

“I bought these for you,” she told me shyly, standing at the doorway. “I know it doesn’t make any sense. It was last summer. I knew I couldn’t be with you, but still…” She shrugged. “I wanted to feel sexy when I saw you.”

She looked sexy as hell, all curves, her luscious breasts rounding out of the lacy top. I scowled, hating the thought Griller might have seen her like that.

“Mike never saw me in this,” she added quickly, clearly sensing the shift in my thoughts.

“I hated you being with him.” My fists balled at my sides, remembering how much.

“I hated it, too. It didn’t happen often. Between us.” She looked down seeming to dislike the topic. “He couldn’t…perform.”

“Really?” That made me feel better. A little.

“At first it made me feel like something was wrong with me. Then, I was just relieved. All I’ve wanted for so long now is you.”

“Come here.” I beckoned her over to the bed, took her in my arms, the most beautiful woman I’d ever known. Kissing her, caressing her, she moved like liquid gold in my arms, so honey sweet and precious. “You’re so beautiful, Sky. So fucking sexy.”

Words were one thing. But I was a man of action. I laid her onto the bed, kissing my way down her body, drinking in every inch. Down to her thighs, I whispered kisses along her inner thighs, blowing on her sensitive skin, breathing in her scent. She whimpered, digging her heels into the mattress, her hips undulating with need.

Her panties were pretty, delicate and feminine like her, but they had to go. Slowly, I slid them down her hips, watching her breathing pick up as she panted in anticipation. Back between her legs, I slid my hands under her ass, positioning her before me.

“So wet, baby. So gorgeous.” Her pussy glistened, slick and ready for me. I blew on it, enjoying how it made her arch her back, her nipples standing out in stiff points. “Spread your legs for me.”

She opened herself wider for me, giving me full access. As I stroked the pad of my thumb against her swollen clit, her mouth opened in a gasp. Hips rocking, fingers clutching the sheets, everything about her sang with desire. But then I stopped looking and feasted instead, licking, lapping her up, thrusting my tongue in her the way I’d fuck her with my cock later that night.

“Jax!” She panted and screamed. “Jax, yes!” She came in my mouth and I drank her down, flicking my tongue against her clit to make it last. Next time I’d make her wait, tease her longer, enjoy a more drawn-out meal. That first time I’d been too hungry for her taste. I’d been starving for her for too long.

Up by her side, I held her against me. “You are so delicious.”

“You’re incredible.” She sounded winded, a little disoriented. It made me proud. “I’m so happy with you Jax. I want you to know, if this doesn’t all work out—”

“It’s going to work out,” I reassured her. I didn’t want her thinking about the alternative.

She propped herself up on her elbows and looked me in the eye. Leaning against a pillow, I gazed at her, aware of her breasts against my chest, the feel of her rear beneath my palm as I caressed her. “I’m so grateful I met you.”

“I feel the same way.”

“I spied on you in the shower, you know.” She tucked her head down at my throat, giggling.

“What?” That was not a comment to let pass.

“The night you came home late, at Zeke’s. The bathroom door was open a crack. And I spied on you.”

“You naughty thing.” She started laughing, spinning away from me but I caught her and pressed her to me. Playful, I gave her ass a smack. “You really watched me in the shower?”

“Yes.”

“Naughty.” I brought my hand down again, firm on her rear and this time it became something more. She moaned, her eyes closing as she bit her lower lip. My cock pressed into her hips as she ground against me, then arched her back, raising her ass to me again ever so slightly. Offering it to me.

Did she like getting spanked? My dick could not have sprung up harder. I reached my palm to her buttocks again, giving them a sweet caress, gentle, tender. Then I raised it and brought it down again in a sharp spank. This time, there was no mistaking the depth of her moan, the need in her that my rough palm stoked. She liked it.

Spank, my hand came down again on her soft ass cheek, making a resounding smack. She cried out, panting. I dipped my hand down further to her pussy, swept my fingers along and found her slick with arousal.

“Sky.” I groaned at the discovery, thrusting my finger up, then drawing it to my mouth, tasting her sweetness. I shifted our bodies, sitting up against the headboard and drawing her across my lap. Now her rear was presented for me, naked and pink. I caressed it, slowly, stroking while she whimpered and writhed beneath me.

“You know how many times I fantasized about your ass?” Smack, my hand came down again on her buttocks, drawing another deep moan from her. I massaged her cheeks. I’d never want to really hurt her. Just give her enough kink, enough of a sting to make her dripping wet.

Loving my view, I stroked her lower back, her hips. “You have the best ass I’ve ever seen, so round and pink.” She’d moved a bit, so I grasped her by the hips and positioned her again right over my lap. I brought my fingers to her pussy. “I like how wet you get for me.”

“You always get me so wet,” she murmured.

I kept up a slow rhythm, thrusting into her, then out, now with two fingers. “Back when I’d see you at the home, did I make you wet then?”

“Yes,” she confessed with a moan.

“Oh, Sky.” I spanked her again, keeping my other fingers in her while I did it, eliciting a low moan and quiver. “Did you touch yourself and think about me?”

“All the time,” she sobbed. Spank, my big, rough palm came down again hard on her ass. Her hands clenched the sheets as she gasped. “Oh, Jax! I’m so close!” I could feel she was, so soaking wet, her clit swollen. I soothed her, spreading my fingers over her warm buttocks, caressing, teasing. Her pussy looked so good, so pink and glistening for me. I knew what she needed.

I shifted her, moving her legs to either side of my hips as she still lay face-down between my legs. Sliding my hands under her stomach, I lifted her up and bent down to devour her with my mouth. Licking and sucking, I nipped at her clit. She bucked into my face, pushing against my thighs with her hands, screaming with pleasure. When I reached around and stroked her breasts, then found her erect nipples and gave them a pinch, twisting them between my thumb and finger, she came apart.

Cumming in my mouth, she cried out, nearly incoherent, swearing, begging, calling my name. I licked and lapped, delirious on the taste of her sweet cream, milking out her orgasm into shudder after shudder until she lay, completely spent against my legs.

I petted her, stroking her pink ass, her back. “You taste so good.”

“Oh my God, Jax.” She sighed, so content. I wanted to keep her like that always. But I had more I wanted to do to her first. Flipping her over, I brought a pillow under her ass, then licked her pussy again. I couldn’t get enough. I’d thought the pies she baked were addictive. But I’d never quit craving her pussy as long as I lived.

“Jax,” she blushed, her hand up to her forehead, looking up at me between her legs once again.

“I want more,” I explained, unapologetic. “I had to look but not touch for a long time. But not anymore.” I went down again, taking my time, little licks and sucks making her shiver and sigh. I was going to drown in her orgasms, taking her along with me for the ride. This time, though, I withdrew my tongue before she could get there.

“No!” she whimpered in protest, her breath coming in pants, sweat glistening over her body.

“I want you to come on my cock.” I grinned at her, tearing away the pillow and positioning my crown at her entrance.

“Yes,” she groaned, sitting up, spreading open, readying herself for me. Nothing felt as good as easing into her, pushing into that slick honey, burying myself in her so deep I groaned from my soul.

“Fuck me, Jax.” She rolled her hips, taking me in, as desperate for it as I was. It spurred me on, seeing her so frantic, so urgent. I slipped on a condom and I pounded into her, fierce, relentless, turning her to lie on her back so I could drive her into the bed.

She screamed, tilting her head, clawing at me. Her breasts shook from my pounding. I bent down and sucked on her berry pink tips, grasping her mounds so full and soft as I bit down on her nipples. Someday I’d cum all over them, make her spread it all over her breasts, coating herself, licking it off her fingers. She twisted underneath me, wild, lost. As I thrust in deep, starting to cum, she came apart. I made her mine, cumming so hard I thought I’d black out, hearing her scream out my name.

We lay there, panting, sheets soaked with sweat, her hair a messy tangle. But I wasn’t sorry I’d gone so hard on her. Not when the passion burned between us so bright. Not when the danger we faced was so great. Because while I did my best to reassure her, I knew the risk we were taking. Everything had to go exactly right as we lured Griller into our trap. Or we might not come out of it alive.