GUILTY BASTARD
Grim Bastards MC Book 3
“This house is a museum dedicated to Saint Lauren. I figured my shit was messing with the flow of things. Now that all my shit is safely hidden away in my bags, no one will even know I’m here.”
Her words crush into me like a wave, making me feel both angry and ashamed. I’ve made her feel this way; it’s all my fucking fault. Still, I can’t let her get away with talking to me like that. No damn way.
“That’s enough, Lisa,” I say, placing my hand over hers against my chest. “You don’t talk to me like that.”
“No, Lauren didn’t talk to you like that, but I do,” she argues, jerking her hand from mine. “I’m Lisa. Remember, the woman you’ve been fucking for years?”
Before I can say anything, she takes a step back and waves a hand in the air. “Hell, when you close your eyes, you probably pretend it’s her when you’re fucking me.”
That’s it, no fucking more. Without a word, I grab her arm and drag her to the table. She’s fighting me each step of the way. Using my forearm, I knock the dishes to the floor and pick Lisa up to sit her on the table. Stepping between her legs, I grab her chin and force her to look into my eyes.
“Do you really believe that shit you were just spewing at me?” I ask, anger pumping through my veins.
“Why shouldn’t I?” she asks, shrugging a-fucking-gain. “First, you called me a whore, then had a damn coronary when I accidently knocked a picture frame off the wall.”
I want to scream at her, tell her to get the fuck over it, but her anger is deserved. I fucked up, again and again. I deserve every bit of the shit she throws at me. Now, though, I need to figure out how to get us past this shit before I lose my woman. Knowing there’s only one way to stop her anger, I place my lips on hers.
I kiss her softly, trying to show her how I feel without words. At first, she tries to pull away, but I push through her resistance. With each second that passes, the kiss becomes more aggressive as we both fight for domination. I’m winning, until she grabs my hair, forcing my lips from hers, before crushing her mouth against mine. She sinks her teeth into my bottom lip, not letting go until the coppery taste of blood reaches my tongue.
I jerk back just an inch or two and run my tongue over my bottom lip. “Are you wanting to play rough, baby?” I ask as I take a condom from my pocket and toss it on the table.
“Uh huh.” A seductive smile crosses her face as she nods.
I step away as her hands tug at her shirt, and I toss off my cut and lay it over a chair. As quickly as I can, I pull my shirt over my head and kick off my boots. By the time my jeans and boxers are on the floor, Lisa is off the table, shimmying out of her shorts. Her bra quickly joins the pile of clothes scattered over the floor, but I don’t give her time to take off her panties before I grab her and sit her back on the table.
Her hands graze over my chest as I step between her beautiful long legs. I grab the condom from the table, rip the package open, and have it rolled on in a split second. Our lips meet again; the kiss is brutal, as I take everything she is willing to give me. Our tongues duel, while my hand comes up to cup one of her luscious breasts. My fingers pluck her pebbled nipple, and she lets out a pleasure-filled moan.
“I love the way you touch me, always knowing what I need,” she says against my lips. “Nothing’s better than this, Round.”
“Nothing,” I agree, grabbing her long black locks and holding her in place.
I kiss a trail from her lips down to her neck. As my beard-covered chin rubs along her collarbone, she lets out another moan. Her moans have always driven me crazy. I like knowing that I can give her so much pleasure. I reach down and, with one swift tug, rip her panties from her body and throw them to the floor. As soon as my hand covers her drenched pussy, Lisa gives a slight lift of her hips to get more of my touch.
I sink first one then two fingers deep into her heat, loving the feeling of her soft walls surrounding them. Crooking them just a bit, I run them over the sensitive flesh until she starts to squirm. When I feel her pussy start to tighten, I press my thumb against her clit and give it a few quick taps.
Just as her body starts to shake, I pull my hand away and slide into her with one brutal thrust. She lets out a mewling sound and wraps her legs around me. We move together as her nails bite into my back. With each thrust, we grow closer and closer to release. My eyes close as I savor the pleasure I always find in my woman.
Her hand comes up to cup my face, and she whispers, “Please open your eyes. Please look at me, honey.”
Her words hit me in the gut, reminding me of her earlier accusation. My eyes pop open to find her staring at me with tears running down her cheeks. Each tear cuts me to the bone, knowing my careless words and actions have caused them to fall.
“Even when my eyes are closed, you’re all I see,” I whisper back, slowing my strokes. “You’re all I ever see, Lisa.”
I continue my slow pace until I can’t stand it one second longer. Then my hips slam forward, causing the table to shake. She moans, wrapping her legs tighter around my ass. My thrusts speed up, going deep with each stroke. A tingle hits my spine, and I know I’m close, so fucking close, but I need her there with me.
My hand returns to her luscious pussy, and I find her clit pulsing and swollen with need. My fingers circle it a time or two, before I pinch it between my fingers. In that instant, she clenches down on my cock and screams out her pleasure. A second later, I bury myself to the hilt and groan out my own release. I stay deep inside her, enjoying the connection long after our orgasms have faded away.
Holding her close, I say the words I hope like hell she will understand. “You’re mine, baby. You always have been, and you always will be. Only you.”