Suddenly, my dick is cold. I look down and see the chick has stopped doing her thing. Instead, she’s standing up, and pulling a condom out of her pocket. I shake my head and pull one of my own out. Call me paranoid, but I’m not about to knock some chick up. Especially one whose name I don’t even know.
Making quick work of the condom, I roll it onto my dick and spin her around, pushing her front up against the side of the barn. Eagerly, she discards her clothes and kicks them aside. I don’t know why she bothered with her top. I’m not in the mood to motorboat her tits or anything. She tries to turn, but I place my hand between her shoulder blades to keep her in place. I use one hand to keep her steady and the other to guide myself in. She moans loudly, irritating me. All I want to think about is her pussy, but all I can think about is Cub’s. She’s got to be tighter than this; sweeter, too. I bury myself in this used up cunt, then pull out, and ram myself back in. She murmurs something unintelligible. She’s enjoying this way too fucking much, and I’m not enjoying it at all.
Duke shifts just enough, providing me a clear view of Alex as she lies, with her jean shorts unbuttoned and peeled open, on the damp grass. Above her, Duke trails his hand down her stomach, and then over her underwear. I can’t see the top of her panties, but I know that move. Sure enough, he hooks a finger beneath the fabric. Everything I’ve been feeling, and everything I’ve lied to myself about feeling, boils to the surface. Blind rage takes over, and I push this chick up against the barn. Her only response is to moan in delight as I batter her with my dick.
Alex squirms and then lets out a breathy moan. My stomach clenches and my visions hazes over. This stupid bitch whines and tries to shove off the barn. Giving her a firm, but slight, push, I wrap a hand around her hair and tilt her head back just a bit. “Enjoy it. This is the only time you’re getting my dick,” I say.
“You’re being too rough,” she protests, but I ignore her and tighten my grip on her hair.
“Ow. Careful,” she whimpers, but it’s not enough to make me stop what I’m doing. Again and again, I pummel myself inside of her. Watching Alex writhe under Duke’s touch crosses signals in my brain, makes my chest pound, and makes my mouth go dry. Like the sick fuck that I am, I fine-tune my movements in time with his. If I zero in on the arch of her back and the sounds of her orgasm as it builds, I can pretend it’s my dick inside her and this bitch and Duke are nothing but a fucking memory.
“It hurts,” she says in a harsh tone, but it doesn’t matter. Alex tosses her head back and she grips the grass beside her. Watching her fall apart like that forces my own orgasm out. My head pounds as I come, still ramming into her pussy, but letting go of her hair.
Barely coming down off of her high, I have to watch as Duke stands, and licks her juices off of his finger, and then walk away. I still myself and pull out, then toss the condom off into the grass and pull my pants up the rest of the way. But I don’t move. The chick turns around and tries to kiss me like we’re a fucking couple now or some shit. Barely able to manage it, I say, “Go.”
And she does, and I’m left to watch Cub as she cries in silence in the damp grass.
Thrash (Bayonet Scars, No. 2)
LONELINESS SUFFOCATES THE HEART. ACCEPTANCE BREAKS DOWN WALLS.
As a Lost Girl to the Forsaken Motorcycle Club, Nicole Whelan knows how to party. She’s not cut-out for relationships and her life is way too complicated for anything more than casual encounters. But one night when she falls into Duke’s bed at the clubhouse, he sees something in her that he can’t let go of—no matter how many times she tries to run.
Having been left to raise her teenage brother, Jeremy, she’s already got her hands full and isn’t looking for anymore complications. But Duke’s just watched his best friend fall for the only girl he couldn’t have, and then almost lose her so shortly after, shaking him to his core. Faced with his own loneliness, he’s more determined than ever to break down Nic’s walls and show her that he can be good for her; but he’s got a bad track record and she’s got a bad temper. Changing his ways isn’t easy when he’s not sure what he’s even changing for.
The violence and turmoil are at an all-time high, and Forsaken is in a vulnerable place when a twist of fate breathes new life into the club. It’s a much-needed beacon of hope for the embattled biker family, even if everyone’s not exactly on board. With Duke and Nic’s relationship already on shaky ground, and something even more important at stake, the Forsaken Motorcycle Club will fight like hell to keep their family together and whole.
Love is never more precious than when it’s new.
Dedication
For Dawn—because nobody else would let me turn them into a whore.
Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Epilogue