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Authors: Emily Minton,Shelley Springfield
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.”
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My alarm clock goes off, bringing me out of one dream but landing me in another. Hack’s arms are wrapped tight around my waist, letting me know everything wasn’t a dream. He’s really here, and he’s mine. The reality of the situation still seems foreign to me, and I keep waiting to wake up and go back to my normal boring life.
We first met at the diner I work at. He was a customer, and I was attracted to him as soon as he sat in one of my booths, but I was also a little scared. He was different than most of the men around here. First of all, he wore a leather vest with the name of a biker club on the back. That alone was scary, but his massive size only added to his frightening persona. My fear vanished the first time he smiled in my direction. Three weeks later, he was in my bed.
I scoot away just far enough to hit the snooze button then roll back into his embrace. “I don’t want to get up yet.”
“Then stay the fuck home,” he says in voice gruff with sleep, burying his bearded face into my hair. “I don’t know why the hell you’re still working at the diner anyway. It pisses me off every time you go in.”
Since the night he moved in with me two months ago, he’s been trying to get me to quit my job. He says there’s no reason for me to work for tips when he’s paying the bills. I can’t do that though. I don’t want him to think I’m using him. I spent my entire childhood watching my mother jump from one man to the other, staying just long enough to bleed them dry then moving on to her next meal ticket. I have to prove to myself and everyone else in town that I’m not a damn thing like her.
I place a kiss on his ink-covered chest, just above the black rose tattoo I’ve grown to love so much. “I’ll be out of school soon, and Lynn promises I can have a chair in her shop. I only have to make it a little longer.”
I’ve been in cosmetology school for nearly two years now. Everyone I started classes with has already graduated and now has jobs, but it’s taking me longer. Between working to keep a roof over my head and putting up with my mom’s constant calamities, I can only go part-time. But none of that matters anymore. A month from now, I’ll have my license and can start making a decent living.
His hand starts to trail down my back, causing goosebumps of anticipation to prickle my skin. “But if you didn’t have to work, we could spend the whole damn day in bed. I promise you it will be more fun than slinging burgers.”
I place another kiss on his chest, this one more sensual. “I can’t stay in bed all day, but I don’t mind being a little late.”
He hits my alarm to keep it from interrupting us then rolls me onto my back and settles himself between my legs. His beautiful hazel eyes bore into mine as he places a gentle kiss on my lips. It doesn’t take long for the kiss to gain momentum, causing me to wrap my legs around his hips.
His lips move down to my chin, then he gently nips his way to my neck. Just as his hips start to move against me, his phone rings. We both freeze, surprised at the unexpected sound. In all the time I’ve known him, it’s never rang. Other than calls between the two of us, I’m not sure he has ever even used it.
“I got to take this, Pru. You go on and get ready,” he says, giving my ass a quick slap and rolling away from me.
There is no doubt in my mind that it’s an order, not a request. That fact alone pisses me off, but I keep my mouth shut and do what he says. Hack and I have been going too good to screw it up just because I got my panties in a twist.
As I’m walking out of the bedroom, he answers the phone and says, “It’s been awhile, brother.”
Did he just say brother? He told me he only had one sister. Why in the world would he lie to me about something as simple as his siblings? I wonder if he has lied to me about anything else. Not that it could be much, considering the fact he hasn’t really told me anything about himself. I know he’s part of a motorcycle club, and he grew up in Tennessee. I also know he got his name from his love of computers but not much else.
Shaking my head at the realization of how little I know about Hack, I step into the shower and try to think about anything but the ball of tension growing rapidly in my stomach. Grandma always told me there was no reason to borrow trouble, that it would find you quick enough on its own. That’s exactly what I’m doing now, borrowing trouble.
I rush through my shower and get out as quickly as possible, trying to stay focused on getting ready and not on my worries. By the time I cut the water off, the house is quiet. I dry my hair then wrap a towel around myself and quietly head into the bedroom to grab some clothes, assuming Hack has gone back to sleep. The first thing I notice walking into the room is the empty bed. Hack’s not in his spot; in his place is only rumpled sheets. Even his cut is gone from its normal spot, where it usually hangs on the bed post.
At first, I assume he has gone downstairs to make coffee. It’s not something he does on a daily basis, but it has happened from time to time, especially on days when I’m running late. My nerves don’t shoot into overdrive until I open the closet to grab my uniform. He didn’t have much, but what little he did have is gone. Dropping the towel, I run out of the room without a stitch of clothes on.
By the time I reach the kitchen, my heart is thumping to a frantic beat. When my eyes land on the table and the pile of cash spread across it, I nearly hit my knees. Walking closer, I stare at the stack of hundred dollar bills as if they were a snake ready to bite. The note beside them is what brings tears to my eyes.
It’s time to go back to my real life.
A big shout out to all our girls. We love you!
A special thanks to our families for dealing with us, when we are lost in the world of the Grim Bastards.
EMILY MINTON
USA Today
Bestselling author Emily Minton is a Kentucky native. She is proud to call the Bluegrass State home. She claims she bleeds blue–Wildcat Blue! She has been married to her husband, David, for over twenty years. They share two wonderful children.
Emily loves to read and has more books on her Kindle than most people could read in a lifetime, but she intends to read every single one. She has published nine books, but there are many more floating around in her head. She hopes to get them all on paper before long. She loves sharing her dreams with her readers.
SHELLEY SPRINGFIELD
Shelley was born and raised in Kentucky and doesn't see herself leaving the Bluegrass State anytime soon. Shelley and her husband have been together for sixteen years, and they share three beautiful daughters and one handsome son.
Although
Grim Bastards
is her first published novel, she has been a fan of romance reads for many, many years. Shelley loves all sorts of romance genres, but Contemporary, New Adult, and Romantic Comedy are her all-time favorites.