Read Rage (A Thunder Gypsies MC Outlaw Biker Romance) Online
Authors: Christa Wick
I took thirty-five and emerged with just my bathrobe covering me. The apartment was too small for a dining area, so Callan had placed our plates and glasses on the coffee table. I went to sit next to him on the couch, but he pulled me onto his lap.
Feeling a little weepy around the eyes, I pressed my face against his neck.
“Don’t cry, woman,” he lightly joked, but I knew he felt my tears harder than I did.
“I’m not crying,” I teased in return. “I’m just afraid to look at what you came up with in the kitchen.”
“Remind me to spank you later.” Leaning forward, he picked up one of the plates and balanced it on my knee.
The smell of breaded salmon and asparagus tips clawed at my stomach, reminding me I hadn’t eaten since the two slices of peanut butter on toast I’d had that morning. I picked up the fork and brought the first mouthful to Callan’s lips. When he shook his head, refusing, I took a bite.
“Mmm...” My eyes closed in satisfaction. When I opened them, he wiggled an asparagus tip in front of me. I took a bite then maneuvered another piece of salmon onto my fork and offered it to him. This time, he accepted.
We worked our way a nibble at a time through the contents of both plates, my bottom snugly planted on his lap throughout the meal. Finished, he held me to him, his hand stealthily finding its way under my robe.
The tears that had threatened earlier sprung full force at his gentle touching. He shushed me, but that didn’t stop my crying.
“I love you, baby,” Callan whispered against my throat.
I slugged his shoulder. It had taken him a month after our marriage before he actually said such words. I had spoken them at least a dozen times by then, always feeling guilty after they left my mouth because I knew he wasn’t ready to utter them in return. I could have waited forever -- I already knew he loved me from when he answered that bitch McCready’s question.
Your brother or your lover...
Without hesitation, he had stared the ATF agent down and ordered her to take the handcuffs off me. When she complied, he ordered her and Jennings from the room. With the cable ties still around his wrists, Callan had lifted his arms over my head to loosely hug me.
We’ll do this together, baby. You and me.
On the couch in our little apartment with its secondhand furnishings, Callan nudged me with his nose. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m happy.” I whispered my answer, afraid some outside force would knock on the door the instant I admitted my joy and take everything away, whether it was a Gypsy, some government agency or another dirty cop.
He tilted my head up so that I had to look at him. “And being happy scares you?”
I nodded. Hell, after my father and being invisible most of my life, even compliments scared me. Being happy, loved and cared for terrified me. As working poor as we were in witness protection, I’d never had so much to lose in my life.
“Scares me, too,” he confessed.
Callan wasn’t the type of man to cry, but I could see deep emotion shimmering in his gaze.
“How do you keep from going crazy with it?” I needed to know. Some days I felt one kind word or kiss away from the loony bin. That in itself seemed certifiable.
Softly smiling, he eased me onto the cushion, stood and offered me his hands. “Let me show you.”
It wasn’t an answer -- or maybe it was.
I let him lead me into the bedroom and watched in silence as he pulled back the thin quilt covering the mattress. He stripped his t-shirt off then turned his attention to my robe. Slowly, he peeled the fabric off my shoulders and down my arms to expose my breasts.
Taking a seat on the bed, he pulled me so that I stood between his spread legs. His hands cupped my breasts as his mouth slowly advanced on one nipple. My head dipped backwards as his tongue touched the tight bud. My arms curled around Callan’s head, hugging him to my chest.
His fingers found their way between my pressed thighs. He took short, curling strokes against my clit, his tongue moving in the same pattern between small bites to my breast. The sensations had me straining on tiptoe to ease his access. My breathing became erratic, signaling how close he already had me to climax.
“Not yet, love.” He turned, taking me with him so that my back was against the mattress. He finished removing my robe, the fabric finding its way to the floor as he settled between my open thighs.
Pinching my lower lips apart, he started to gently suckle at my clit. The tenderness he exhibited had fresh tears coating my cheeks. He had told me, back in Charlottesville, that sometimes he would take me roughly, but every night since our arrest it had been this loving intimacy.
As if each night might be our last together, he wanted me to know how thoroughly loved I was. And, no matter how much it had thrilled me that long ago night, I didn’t need the roughness, just the strength that was always present.
Reaching down, I caressed the scar on his left hand. “Do you think we can ever have children?”
The thought had been pushing at me all week, as if the happiness I felt couldn’t be spent on just one person without overwhelming Callan with my need.
His mouth moved along my hip, kissing the sensitive hollow on one side before moving to its twin on the opposite hip. For a few seconds, I thought he hadn’t heard me or didn’t want to hurt me with the answer. Moving back to my mound, he kissed the top split then looked at me.
“Yeah, baby. I think we can. When every last Gypsy is dead.”
He lowered his head, not waiting to see my reaction. I nodded even as his tongue began to explore deep inside my sex. I knew it wasn’t an idle answer or one meant to delay an inevitable denial. We were in the wind at that moment, gathering our bearings while McCready and her cohorts kept a watchful eye on us and prosecutors built the rest of their case against the motorcycle club. But Callan would carry through with the threat. He would do it not just for me and our future, but for his brothers and his father.
“Baby, that wasn’t supposed to make you cry.”
I wrapped my fingers around the back of his head and tugged him upward. “I want you in me. Please, Callan.”
He surfed up the bed, his arms pushing between my body and the mattress so that he could hold me tightly against him as his cock slowly sank into me. He nuzzled my neck, whispering sweet somethings as his hips took up a slow rhythm. I could feel him hard and moving inside me. My knees hugged his hips and my breath came in wet gasps of pleasure.
Callan wrapped one hand around my chin, forcing my mouth open. He kissed me, deep and twirling as his hips circled more tightly against me. Need whipped through me and my hands found his back. Fresh marks appeared beside fading ones as I dragged my nails against his flesh to keep from screaming.
Stopping the kiss, he panted against my ear, letting me know he was close.
Together, baby. You and me...
I lifted against him one last time, the scream finally breaking from my throat as I came. He had repeated the words many times since leaving that interrogation room. He said it when we discussed how we would get out of Oklahoma, how we wouldn’t abandon his brother or father, and how we would get to the point where we could stop looking over our shoulders. He said it at times like this when our bodies were melded together, the many repetitions etching the promise in my flesh and in my bones.
Together baby. You and me.
Coming Soon - Revenge
Shay Ripley will do anything to get revenge against the motorcycle club that killed her family. Determined to infiltrate the Thunder Gypsies, she offers up her body to any outlaw biker willing to take her. But one man sees through the hard exterior to the innocent young woman beneath.
Lincoln Tilley is searching for more than revenge. Newly released from prison, he has once again donned a Thunder Gypsy vest as a full-patch member to find his missing brother and free his father. He doesn’t have time to play the hero for a woman he just met. But if he doesn’t claim Shay as his, every last Gypsy will use and abuse her before her secret is finally revealed and she pays for her treachery with her life.
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