Shattered (Shattered Souls MC 1)

I feel Harper stiffen at my side and I rub her shoulder with my thumb. “We’re together.”

The surprised look on her face quickly turns to sadness. “You both know how dangerous this is. I know you have a connection, but have you thought it through?”

Harper surprises me by talking first. “Adalyn, I can’t speak for Zane, but as for me, I know the coincidences.” She looks at me and her eyes soften. “I also know that I tried to stay away and it’s impossible. My life isn’t worth living without him.”

“You’ll both be killed,” she says, burying her face in her hands.

I get up and move to my mom. I squat next to her and rest my hand on her slim shoulder. “Ma, the club knows,” I whisper.

Her head snaps up and she searches my eyes. “Brooks knows?”

“Yeah, they all do. I’m protected and I’ll always protect Harper. You don’t need to worry.”

“I’m not naive to this life, Zane. Please, don’t act like that makes it all better,” she says.

Harper reaches across the table and grabs her hand. “Adalyn, I know it’s my father you worry most about. I’m not gonna sit here and tell you not to worry, hell I’m worried. But, I can tell you that I’ll kill my father before I let anything happen to Zane.” Both my mother and I turn our heads to Harper. “You have my word.”

“Damn, babe, trying to get me all worked up in front of my mom,” I say, moving back toward her. I slam my mouth to hers and sink my fingers into her soft hair.

“Fuck, enough. Alright, I get it. I’ll try to stop worrying so much. Get off her, Zane,” my mom yells.

We break apart and all three of us start to laugh. The tension is lifted and we can move on to other things.

We spend hours talking about when Harper and I were young. She tells stories about how my father would sneak around to make sure we were both safe. Admitting that he saw something between us that was worth the danger. She’s never told me that before, but it makes me grin. My old man was someone I idolized. He was the complete opposite of Brooks. The club was at an all time high when he was president. It was him who really got the strip club as big as it is now. He brought in the money and respect. He didn’t demand it like Brooks, he earned it. So knowing he’d be alright with this, even if the situation isn’t exactly what it appears, means a lot.

Harper tells us about her six months away and I sit in fascination listening to her. She really was trying to pull away, move on with a completely different life.

“Why did you come back? You seem to have started something good?” my mom asks.

I asked her the same question when I first saw her. “I just couldn’t stay away. I missed it.”

“Missed your club or missed Zane?” my mom pushes.

Harper slides her eyes to me and I try to read them. She’s so damn good at hiding shit, I can’t always read her so easily. “It was Zane, it’s always been for Zane.”

My lips tip up on one side and I press a soft kiss to her temple. “I knew it,” I whisper.

A few hours later we are getting ready to leave. “Thanks for dinner, Ma.”

She pulls me in for a hug and kisses my cheek. She grabs Harper next and holds her tightly. “You take care of my sweet boy.”

“I promise,” she says.

We get back to my place and we barely make it through the door before I push her up against the wall. I lick the seam of her lips and she opens right up to me. The minute our tongues collide, it’s explosive. She’s pulling at my shirt and I’m sliding her pants down. Once I have them off, I lift her and she wraps her legs around me. My fingers dig into her ass as my lips move to her neck. I suck, lick, and bite at her sensitive skin. She moans and I dig my fingers in tighter when she rubs her pussy against my zipper. My teeth sink into her shoulder as I carry her to my bedroom.

I sit her on the bed, while I pull my own clothes off. I have no patience to wait, I need to feel her now. She must read my thoughts or feel the same way, because she takes off the rest of her clothes as well. I push her down on the bed and run my nose up her dripping cunt. I suck her clit in my mouth and her back arches off the bed. I feast on her, eating her pussy like it’s my final meal. I reach up with one hand and palm her tits, before pinching her hard nipple. Her moans are getting louder as I twist and pull on each nipple while my tongue lashes against her. I push two fingers into her, her tight heat welcoming a third. I finger fuck her hard, her body reacting to every push and pull. She’s close so I suck her throbbing bundle in my mouth and when I bite down, she explodes around me.

I don’t even let her recover before I slam my rock solid cock into her. “Fuck,” I hiss. I pull her legs up, resting them on my shoulders and lean forward, my dick going deeper, filling her. She’s clawing at my shoulders and back, leaving her mark. I pound her, her hand slamming against the headboard. I can’t slow down, I need it hard. I need to feel in control. And she is giving me exactly what I crave. I grab a hold of the headboard and hit her spot over and over, harder and faster. The deeper I go, the louder she screams.

“Look at me,” I growl. She obeys instantly. Her eyes are full of heat, heavy with desire. “Your cunt feels so good, babe. So fucking wet and tight.”

“Oh fuck,” she groans, reaching down and pinching her nipples.

I’m frantic, fucking her, pounding her so hard and deep, hoping she’s sore for days. Her breathing is picking up, her chest is pushing forward. Her pussy gripping me so tight. I reach down and rub her clit, evoking a scream from her.

“Fuck yes, come on me. Cover me in your juices,” I hiss.

With her eyes locked on mine, she shouts my name as her orgasm rips through her. I keep it going as I continue to slam into her. I feel my balls tightening and I know I can’t hold off much longer.