Deliciously Damaged (Reckless Bastards MC 3)

“Fuck! Shit!” he roared in my ear, pounding hard and deep, his body pressing me into the wall as the orgasm shot out of him. He stilled, and then swiped his tongue across the back of my neck until I shivered.

“Mandy.”

I bit back a moan as our bodies separated, turning to him with a smile.

“Thanks.” That was the perfect way to end such a shitty day.

But apparently Savior didn’t appreciate my gratitude. “What?”

“Thanks,” I told him and placed a friendly hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry, Savior. That was great but I’m not expecting anything, so you don’t need to make up an excuse about why you need to leave and you can spare me your guilt and regret.”

He stood there, looking delicious with his tattooed chest, six pack abs and still hard cock pointing in my direction. But he was angry. “Is this some type of fucking payback?”

I laughed but there was no humor in it. “Of course not. It was a really hot, hard fuck. It was … just what I needed.”

“Why me?”

I shrugged. “Why not? What other reason would you keep showing up at my job, my apartment?”

He grunted and yanked his jeans and underwear off the floor. “Like I said before, to clear the goddamn air!”

“And I told you that there was no air to clear! But of course, you know better what I need and how I feel than I do, right?”

Disgusted, I picked up my clothes and walked across the room before turning back to him. “You can clean up, but then you need to leave.” The glow of my orgasm faded quickly and now I just felt sore and pissed off as I kicked my bedroom door shut and put my clothes on. Dropping down on the bed, I closed my eyes and listened as Savior moved around my apartment. Water running in the bathroom, his heavy footsteps on the floor and then the sound of the door closing as he left.

When I was sure he was gone, I locked the door and crashed on the bed. Even something as simple as uncomplicated as casual pleasure found a way of turning fucked up and complicated.

Maybe I just needed to invest in a really good vibrator.

Chapter 6

Savior

Fucking women. Even if I lived to be ten thousand fucking years old, I’d never fucking understand them or how their brains worked. And Mandy went to the top of that damn list. I was furious, so pissed off with her, but every time I thought about why, about fucking her hard and fast up against that wall while she urged me on with dirty, passion-filled words, my cock sprang to life. Ready for a repeat performance.

But that wouldn’t happen. It shouldn’t have happened the first time and contrary to what she thought, I didn’t go there to fuck her. But how could I resist her, standing there all proud and strong, her gorgeous tits on display as she stepped in closer to me? I was just a man and goddammit, I couldn’t resist her. So I’d have to keep my distance.

If only I could.

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Mandy was part of the Reckless Bastards family whether she wanted to be or not. Ammo was one of us, had always been one of us, and that meant she would always be one of us. Which is how I found myself parking my bike beside her little sedan and stomping up the steps to her apartment door, chipped with green paint, again. I knocked and waited, prepared for just about any response from her at this point. I’d be just as surprised to get a kick to the dick as a blowjob.

She opened the door and her green eyes narrowed as she looked me over from head to toe.

“Not interested.”

She stepped back and slammed the door but I caught the flimsy piece of wood easily. She stepped back, looking bored rather than scared.

“You said I don’t know you, don’t know shit about your life over the past few years and you were right.” I stepped inside and kicked her door shut. “Tell me.”

“No.”

I knew she wouldn’t be easy, but she had no idea how stubborn I could be if set my mind to it.

“Come on, tell me.”

I brushed past her and sat on the sofa, kicking my boots up and getting comfortable. The more she glared, the brighter my smile became.