Beautifully Broken (Reckless Bastards MC 1)

“I got you, babe,” he promised and leaned down until his mouth touched mine. His kiss was slow and sensual, a sharp contrast to the raw intensity of the way his body moved inside mine. It was a contrast that my body responded to and when his tongue swept inside my mouth and his cock hit that spot, I exploded. My body shook so hard I was pretty sure I was having an out of body experience, watching our bodies twist and move erotically as one.

My back arched and a low, keening moan escaped as he continued to pound into me, grasping my hips hard enough to bruise as his hips kept up a punishing pace that wouldn’t allow my orgasm to subside. And those strong, golden hips didn’t stop moving until they surged deep inside, spilling into me as his orgasm shot out of him, making him buck and shiver with my name on his lips. “Jana, fuck.” He collapsed on top of me, the weight of his body pressing into me.

I liked his big body on mine, his cock still pulsing and twitching inside me. His lips brushing light kisses over my sweaty, sensitized skin. “Max, that was amazing. Thank you.”

“That’s my line, Jana. Believe me, the pleasure was all mine.”

I laughed, feeling suddenly self-conscious at the way we were still joined. “I don’t know, I think some of the pleasure was mine.”

He grinned and pushed his hips so he slid deeper into my body. “If you only think, that means I need to show you again. Make sure you know for certain.”

Oh. Shit. How did I, Jana Carter, land the world’s sexiest man as my bedmate? I didn’t know, but I learned long ago not question any moment of happiness

that came my way and right now, I was positively fucking blissed out.

Chapter 7

Max

I should’ve already left her bed to go to my own, but I couldn’t. First it was because she’d dozed off pretty quickly against me and I wasn’t ready to let go of all that womanly flesh smashed against my body, but then her hand started a slow, hypnotic caress on my stomach that lead to a second round of fucking. Then we’d both collapsed in exhaustion and bone deep satisfaction and I’d been about to screw up my courage to leave while she slept with her back to me. But I looked over at miles of bare creamy flesh and my cock said we were staying.

But now Jana was out for the count and I was feeling damned uncomfortable. She’d been a fucking virgin hours ago, untouched by any man and like a fucking animal, I’d taken her again and again, with no regard for her own comfort. Not that she complained, but she was pumped full of fucking endorphins and that oxy-shit that made everything feel like unicorn dust. I should’ve said no. Just like I should be putting on my clothes and going the fuck home. I couldn’t sleep here with her, not when I couldn’t be sure how I might wake up.

The dreams still came every night. Some nights I could get back to sleep and some I remained sleepless, but the time I’d woken up and pointed a gun at one of the Bitches I’d taken to bed, I knew I couldn’t risk hurting someone else. So I never stayed the night.

Until tonight.

I was a greedy bastard when it came to Jana, taking her over and over again, and even now I wasn’t fucking sorry. Being inside her was ten fucking types of heaven and I couldn’t get enough. She was excited and hot, eager to please and so damn responsive it was all I could do not to push her limits just to see her respond.

Somewhere in between thinking of Jana’s soft curves and going home, I must have dozed off because I was back in that fucking desert. Only this time the truck had already been hit and I was on the ground, trying to orient myself through the fucking smoke and flames. Shots fired in the distance and I looked to my left and my right, seeing a few of my fellow SEALs laid out, bleeding and shouting in pain but still firing their goddamn weapons. Finger on the trigger, I aimed through the smoke and squeezed that motherfucker, spraying the area.

It was too chaotic and my ears still rung and I couldn’t see more than a few feet in front of me, but still I kept shooting until I heard that fucking click. Out of ammo. Scrambling on my hands and knees, my ass and elbows, I crawled to part of a body, Garcia, and grabbed both of his weapons and kept firing.

“It’s okay Max, shhhh.”

I blinked and looked around the desert to see who that sweet, soothing voice belonged to. But I couldn’t see shit except a pair of black sandaled feet coming my way and I kept shooting.

“Max, it’s all right. You’re okay.”

The images in the desert slowly faded and the voice became clearer. Louder. Jana. My eyes popped wide open and landed on the ceiling but warm, soft woman was pressed into my side as a delicate hand caressed my head.

“You’re dreaming,” she whispered softly, oblivious to the way her tits pressed against my shoulder.

I froze and looked over at her before I sat up. Fast. “What in the hell do you think you’re doing?”

She winced like I smacked her, using her arms to back away to the other side of the bed. Like she was scared of me. “You were having a bad dream or a flashback or something, I was trying to pull you from it gently.”

“Well I don’t need a fucking mother, Jana.” The words spat out of me like venom and her big brown eyes were shocked at first, but that quickly turned to hurt and anger.

She gasped at my tone but quickly schooled her expression. “Right. Sorry.” Slowly she set her feet on the floor and stood, walking silently to the bathroom and locking the door behind her.

Fuck. I was such an asshole. I sat there on the corner of the bed and stared at the wood grain and the deep green area rug under the bed. I shouldn’t have lashed out at her the way I did, but dammit she shouldn’t have tried to help. She should’ve worried about her safety. I don’t know how long I sat there, but finally she walked out of the bathroom wearing a big thick robe that made her look smaller. More vulnerable. Her blond hair was pulled up into a messy bun on top of her head, leaving her scar looking red and harsh and angry. On full display.

I knew what she was doing, and I should let her. But I didn’t. I reached out for her but she stepped away from my touch. “Thank you for last night, Max. It was perfect.” Her mouth smiled but her eyes looked exhausted and filled with anguish.

“I’m sorry, Jana.”

She shook her head at me, her smile much too bright as she fought to hold on to the tears I saw welling in her eyes. “Don’t be. I knew what this was. And what it wasn’t.” She turned and walked out the door before I could say anything, so I followed her lead.