Shades (Reckless Souls MC 3)

The sensation is hot and overwhelming. I’m so sensitive everywhere that I don’t know what to do other than pant and moan and scream my pleasure. “Shades,” I pant, “I think I’m spent. I…can’t anymore.”

“Bullshit,” he growls and sinks his teeth into my clit.

It hurts, but it also feels good, and when he sucks it harder and harder, my body erupts, but this orgasm isn’t like the others. It’s a bomb detonating, and my whole body freezes, but the tension never snaps. I’m stuck as millions of sensations go through me at once.

“Oh!” escapes out of me. It’s the only word I can manage when the tension finally snaps, and I feel a rush of liquid between my legs.

“Oh. My. God.” I’m mortified and try to snap my legs shut, but Shades won’t let me.

“Don’t even fucking think about it, babe. That was so fucking hot, I’m pissed I don’t have time to fuck you right now.” He presses a loud smacking kiss to my clit and steps back. “Something to shoot for next time.”

My hands are still covering my face, and I shake my head. “That’s not supposed to happen,” I cry.

“It doesn’t happen very often, Letty, but squirting is real fucking hot, and I just made you do it,” he says proudly. “You feel good?”

I nod. “Really good.”

“That’s what matters.” He kisses his way up my body until his mouth is on mine, and I can taste my body on his lips. “Stay just like this until I get back. Don’t shower. I want to smell you like this when I come back here to make you do that all over again.”

A reluctant smile crosses my face. “Say please.”

“Pretty please,” he growls, and I know without a doubt that this man is it for me.

“Okay, Shades. I will.”

It wouldn’t be this good if he wasn’t the one. I know that is true, and without him having to ask, I’ve given this man my heart, body, and soul. My legs wobble as I follow him downstairs to the living room.

“Be safe,” I tell him as he dresses quickly.

“I will, babe. I promise. Stay here,” he reminds me and smacks a too-short but insanely hot kiss to my mouth, and then he’s gone. Again.

I miss him already.

The phone rings, and it’s Pastor Braden’s personal tone. I know I have to answer. “Is everything all right, Pastor Braden?”

“No,” he shouts. “It’s not. I need you to come in and help get this problem sorted at once. Please, Letty, don’t let me down.”

My shoulders sink at his words. I can’t let Pastor Braden down, not when he’s taken such a chance on me, not when his guidance has been invaluable. But I promised Shades I wouldn’t go anywhere, wouldn’t leave this house.

What shall I do?

“Please, Letty. It won’t take long, but I’m counting on you.”

His words answer the question for me. “I’ll be there soon,” I tell him with a heavy heart. Shades will be angry, I know that. But it’s just a quick drive to the church, and I’ll be back before he knows I left.

Jordi won’t even realize I’m gone before I return.

I dress quickly, foregoing the shower to keep at least one promise to the man I’m pretty sure I’m in love with and sneak out of the house for the second time today.

I arrive at the church quickly, thanks to the lack of traffic, and rush inside the church. Marjorie isn’t there, which I find strange. The church is mostly dark as I walk down the aisle and turn toward the offices. Just one light is illuminated under Pastor Braden’s office door, and I head there quickly.

“I’m so sorry, Letty,” he says as soon as I knock and open the door. “God forgive me,” he whispers in a shaky voice.

I frown because I don’t know why he needs forgiveness. “Pastor, what are you sorry…for?” I step inside the room and realize he’s not alone. There are five men in the room. Bikers. They look angry, and instinctively, I cross my arms and take a step back.

One of them reaches out for me and yanks me inside.

“So, this is Letty,” he drawls with a disgusting smile. “Have a seat.”