Prologue

Trina ~ 11 years ago

“Shit yeah, baby, right there. Just like that.” Damn this dream felt so real I was pretty sure I was gonna come in my sleep and I knew it was a dream because I didn’t talk dirty this easily. I mean, hell, I loved sex, loved fucking, as much as any girl. And when it came to getting naked with my boyfriend Baz, my body couldn’t seem to get enough. The feel of his tongue, wet and hot, against my pussy had me trembling. My pussy flooded, clenched as it swelled under his movements. His hair tangled between my fingers, soft and long. “Suck my clit,” I ordered, screaming in pleasure when dream Baz obeyed. That’s how I knew it was a dream. Baz, in real life, was a big fucking alpha dog. He gave me what I wanted, but never when I wanted it. His goal in the bedroom? Make me lose my fucking mind over and over again before I could even get a taste of his cock.

“Play with your tits,” a deep gravelly voice commanded, instantly turning them into hard peaks, growing harder as I tugged.

“Fuck, babe. You’re so good.”

“Look at me Trina.”

My eyes opened at the command which was a little disorienting since I’d been seeing it all so clearly. And, yep, there were those smoldering green eyes that had pulled me in when we met at a bar almost two years ago. His shaggy blonde hair in a disheveled state thanks to my greedy fingers. He smiled, my juices making his mouth and chin shiny. “Fuck. You’re real.”

“Damn straight, babe. I thought you were gonna wait up for me.”

I smiled and rolled my hips, groaning when his lips brushed against mine. “I thought you would come home earlier.” We’d started living together just six months into our relationship and I didn’t keep tabs on him so when he hadn’t made it home by eleven, I went to bed because I had the early morning staff meeting at a diner in town, Black Betty. We had a new owner and he wanted to meet everybody. “But this is a nice way to wake up.”

“How about this,” he asked and flattened his tongue, licking me from my opening to my clit before wrapping his lips around my clit and sucking hard, just how I liked it.

“Fuck yeah babe, just like that. Suck it,” I said as I ground against his face, adding more pressure to my clit. Then he shoved a finger deep inside me and I felt my pussy convulse around him, squeezing him tight.

“Come for me Trina. All over me.” He licked and sucked my clit, a delicious torture that started my orgasm at my toes, working its way up as his fingers speared me, hard and fast. His growl vibrated my whole body and my orgasm came.

Suddenly and with earth shattering brilliance I fell apart, my body convulsing violently while his mouth and hands slowed but didn’t stop until I was safely on solid ground. And just as soon as it ended I needed more. “I want your cock Baz. Now.”

“All you had to do was ask. I’m so fucking hard baby, I’m gonna pound that sweet pussy into next week.”

“Promises, promises,” I teased, knowing Baz loving nothing more than a challenge. Propped up on my elbows so I could watch him undress, revealing a wide, muscular body covered in tattoos. His body was a masterpiece and right now, the heated look in his eyes and the way he tugged his long hard cock, made me want to explore it with my tongue. I reached for him and he stepped back, smiling at my whimper.

“You can taste my cock later, right now all I want is to bury myself deep inside you and make you scream my name. Got it?”

Hell yeah, I got it. With a nod I summoned him forward, my eyes glued to his cock until it sank inside me, filling me up until I didn’t know where he began and I ended. I loved this man and I loved the way he couldn’t seem to get enough of me. He was bigger than I’d ever had, all the way around, and the things he did to my body should be illegal.

Soon he had me moaning nothing but incoherent noises because my brain had only one mission, send pleasure signals to my body. I couldn’t think. Couldn’t form words as he pounded into me, at first long slow strokes that teased. Then faster strokes that lit my whole fucking body on fire. “Baz,” I moaned.

He smiled and gripped me behind my knee, pushing me wide open and sliding deeper, hitting that spot that meant I would be changing the sheets before we fell asleep. “Touch your clit,” he commanded, eyes following my hand down between my breasts, down my belly to circle the swollen nub.

“Shit, Baz I’m gonna come.”

“Yeah you are, all over my cock. Let go Trina,” he pulled all the way out and thrust deep. Hard. “Now.”

I flew apart, a million pieces of my heart, my body and my soul scattered around the room. Centuries from now they would find pieces of me mixed in with the cheap paint job. “Fuck. Shit.”

Baz found his own release, growling my name as I milked him, still squeezing around him as his come filled me up. “Yeah I know. Love you too, babe.”

He kissed me for a long time, slow sensual strokes as the mess built between us. Switching our positions so I was on top, he gripped my ass while we made out like teenagers until he slipped out of my body and we both drifted off to sleep, bodies still intertwined.

***

I slept like the dead, at least most of the night minus another round, quick, hard and intense. It felt good and when I woke up the next morning I felt good. Satisfied and relaxed. Baz still slept deeply so I grabbed a quick shower, threw on my robe and went to make breakfast. After all the calories we burned through last night, I figured we both needed to refuel and that meant chicken sausage links, French toast, eggs and fruit.

Baz was a big man with a big appetite and nothing got him hotter than his woman feeding him. I had my own selfish reasons for this big meal but I didn’t have confirmation yet so I wanted to get a feel for the future of…well, us. He’d never said anything about marriage though I knew he loved me. But if this was more than simply stress, I needed to know where we stood.

“Damn, it smells good in here.” His loud voice filled the quiet kitchen and I turned with a smile.

“Thanks. There’s breakfast too.”

“It all smells good,” he said, burying his face in my long strawberry blonde hair before kissing my neck. “Good morning.”

“Good morning Baz. Sleep well?”

“Would’ve been better if you’d been in my arms when I woke up.”

Damn I couldn’t resist when my big bad man got all soft and sweet. “Let’s eat.” We sat down and dug in while I worked up the courage to say what I needed to say. “What’s next for us Baz?”

He frowned and chewed his eggs. “What do you mean next?”

“Me and you. Are we going to date indefinitely or do you want to get married someday, maybe have some kids?” Shit this was clumsy and I felt like I was pressuring him when I didn’t mean to.

“Eventually I want to get married and have a few ankle biters. But not today.”

Okay so that wasn’t a no. But I knew eventually could mean in fifteen years which meant it wouldn’t likely be with me.

“In fact, I have some news to share,” he said and hopped up, taking long strides to the bedroom and back. I felt a kick in my stomach that I didn’t like and when he held up the leather vest, I knew.

“What the hell is that?”

He grinned, seemingly oblivious to my distress. “My cut. I’m a prospect for the California Outlaw Specialist. CAOS.”

I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. My heart beat so fast I couldn’t hear his words though I saw his lips moving. Then I felt it, bile rising in my throat. “You…what?”

His smile faded like I was the asshole raining on his parade. “You heard me Trina.”

“But I thought we talked about this Baz.” CAOS was a biker gang. Sure, they called themselves a motorcycle club but other than tinkering with bikes, they worked the wrong side of the law.

His expression morphed into a dark scowl. “No. You thought your word on my life was final. Well it ain’t, sweetheart.”

I couldn’t believe it, shaking my head as a wave of disappointment crushed me. “You said we’d talk about it again.” But obviously his word meant nothing. After two years together he’d gone and made this huge decision without me. Enough said. “Congratulations,” I told him and slid between him and the wall, making my way to the bedroom. The one I was pretty sure we wouldn’t be sharing for much longer.

“What’s the big fucking deal Trina?”

Unbelievable! I kept my back to him because I just couldn’t stand to look at him and see his anger. “The big fucking deal Baz, is that I love you. I am so in love with you that all I can think about is the life we could have. But when I see you in that vest with that patch, all I can see is pain and heartache and danger. I see my dad lying dead in the driveway because he owed the wrong person money he couldn’t pay back.”

When I closed my eyes, I could still see Dad lying there in the driveway beside our shitty two-tone blue escort with two holes in his chest and lifeless eyes staring up at me. Only this time it wasn’t Dad, it was Baz. And like the wimp I was, I cried and cried, shaking off his attempt to soothe me. “I can’t go through that again Baz.”

“Baby, I’ve survived way worse than what CAOS can offer up and I’ll survive this too.” He moved again to wrap me in his arms but I pushed him away because I knew the comfort he provided would have me caving in no time.

“I love you Baz, more than you know. But I can’t live through that again. I’m sorry.”

He let out a long sigh. When he spoke again, his voice was annoyed but I still didn’t look up at him. “This is happening Trina, get used to it,” he said. The sound of his heavy boots walking away told me he’d given up on this conversation. “We’ll talk more when you calm down.” The only sound that came next was the door slamming behind him.

I spent two days waiting for him to come home and he never did. That’s when I knew we couldn’t work it out. He was probably over at the compound fucking some random girl looking to become a biker babe, someone who would lie down to his way of life. And if my late period turned out to be more than stress, I knew I couldn’t live that kind of life.

I packed up my clothes, my pillow and a few kitchen essentials I’d need no matter where I landed. When noon came and went on the third day I got the message loud and clear. With all my worldly possessions loaded up in my six-year-old Camry, I slid behind the wheel, wiped away my tears and began to drive.

I never imagined I’d have to start over again, especially without Baz. Now I could only hope I wouldn’t end up like my dad, all alone and completely unequipped to raise a child.