Angel's Halo (Angel's Halo MC 1)

A glance at the clock over the sink tells me that it’s past the time Lexa should get up, and I head toward the living room and the stairs. As I walk through the living room the doorbell rings and I frown. It’s the first time all week I’ve heard the doorbell. Most people just walk in and make themselves at home.

When I don’t immediately head for the door, whoever it was starts pounding on the door. It sounds more like they’re using a sledgehammer to knock, the way it shakes under the force of it. Muttering a curse because I’m not sure what kind of madman I’ll find on the other side, I cross over to the front door and open it just an inch or so.

The fist falls away from the door even as I open it a few more inches. My heart stops. My lungs quit working. My mind flashes over every second I’ve ever spent with this man.

Dammit! Why does he have to look so good?

He’s the scariest man I’ve ever seen. From his shaved head—always covered with that stupid bandana—to his bull ring, all the way down to those size fifteen shit kickers. He screams scary. No one can look at him and not shake with fear … or in my case—because yeah, I’m a screwed up idiot—shake with desire. I can remember every time I traced my fingers over that smoothly shaved head. I hate how just the sight of that nose piercing makes me want to reach out and touch his slightly crocked nose. The goatee? I both love and hate it. Dammit, I want to see the dimple underneath.

“Willa …” his voice is rough, full of gravel, and strokes down my spine like a silk glove. He turns his head ever so slightly, giving me a glimpse of the Black Widow that’s crawling up his neck. How can something that scares me so badly look so beautiful on this man’s flesh?

“James …” I whisper and he flinches. “Spider …”

He just stands there staring down at me. His black eyes don’t give me so much as a hint as to what he’s feeling and after only a few moments he shakes his head, as if to clear it. “Raven. Is she here?”

I blink, feeling suddenly gutted. Will I ever get over the pain he could cause me? Will I ever get my act together and move on from the fact that I was never enough for him? “I…” I clear my throat “…I don’t know. I went to bed before Bash got home last night.”

At the sound of his friend’s name, Spider’s eyes narrow to mere slits. “Go wake his fucking ass up!”

“Why?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest. He’s going to just barge in and start ordering me around. I’m not that stupid little girl that can be controlled so easily anymore.

“Because he and I have business to deal with.” When I just stand in the doorway with my eyebrow arched, he grasps my hips and lifts me out of the way. I gasp, unprepared to deal with the physical contact. Liquid heat pours between my legs, making me tremble with a need that I’ve suppressed from the day he shattered my heart into a billion pieces. “Fine,” he grits out. “I’ll wake him up myself.”

Raven

The heat coming off of Bash’s body wakes me. Seriously, the man radiates heat without even trying. It’s both comforting and annoying. I can’t sleep when I’m hot, and it’

s way too early to be this awake, especially when I hadn’t fall asleep until dawn because someone kept me up fucking my brains out.

I kick behind me and land a solid hit to his shin. He barely grunts and wraps his arms around me tighter. Despite everything, I can’t keep a smile from lifting the corners of my lips. Sighing, I wiggle until I can turn around and face the beast holding me so snug. His jaw is shadowed with almost a full day’s worth of beard, his forehead wrinkled with stress even in sleep.

“Bash …” I stroke a finger over the wrinkles and bury my face in his chest. Damn, he smells so good—a hint of sweat, a dash of whatever cologne he’s always worn, and completely male. My pillows smell like him for the first time since he’d left me. My chest ached every time I laid my head down to sleep, and I fought myself when it came time to change my sheets and pillowcases. It was the last connection I’d had to our relationship and I hated myself for even thinking about wanting that last link severed.

“Raven.” Bash’s body quickly come alive. He pulls me against his hard length, his fingers twisting into my hair and pulling my head back so his sleepy gaze captures my own. His stone-hard dick twitches suggestively against my core. “I want you so bad I hurt, Raven.”

My pussy clenches at just the thought of him taking me all over again. I grow drenched with need and my legs open, letting his cock rest right where I want it. “So do something about it.”

His nostrils flare, silver-blue eyes firing lightning down at me. “Are you okay? You aren’t hurting from last night?”

I’m not going to get all mushy over his concern for me. I’m not! “I ache,” I tell him honestly. It’s been a long time since I’ve been fucked so hard repeatedly, especially by something as big as Bash’s beautiful cock. During the time we’ve been apart I’ve only gotten off with the little vibrator that he gave me his first run after we started sleeping together. “But it’s a good ache.”

His lips attack mine no sooner than the words leave my mouth. He pushes me onto my back without breaking the kiss, his left hand moving between us to see how ready I am for him. I feel, more than hear, the growl he releases when he finds how wet I am for him. His tongue thrusts deep and hard into my mouth as his dick does the same with my wet pussy.

My nails slice into his back and he flinches as I reopen a scratch. I feel blood bead against my fingertips. “I’m sorry,” I whisper around a moan.

Bash grins down at me. “Don’t be. I love how wild you get. Love how you tear up my back. It’s still a little sensitive from the new ink though. Pretty sure you just destroyed Spider’s masterpiece.”

He has new ink? I want to see, but he moves deeper within me, and I lose all train of thought. I drop my hands from his back and twist my fingers in the sheets on each side of me to keep from tearing his back up any more than I already have.

My inner muscles start clenching before I even realize that I’m close to release. “No!” I moan. “I don’t want to come yet.”

“Just let yourself go, baby.” He buries his face between my breasts, kissing and licking the valley. “I’ll make you come again and again, I swear.”

I’m helpless to stop the first orgasm as it rushes over me, leaving me trembling and clinging to him. My back arches so hard it cracks …

And then the bedroom door slams against the wall as Spider barges in.

I scream. Bash roars something I don’t understand as my eyes find a beautiful woman standing beside of Spider, trying to pull her wrist free from his grip.