Thunder (Hell's Handlers MC 10)

“Wow.”

She probably looked like the biggest fool, but she sure did owe Shell and Copper big time for this reprieve from responsibility because this was fantastic. In these twenty seconds of experimentation, she found more pleasure than she’d ever had during sex with her husband.

Mak lost track of time as she pleasured herself with light touches and passes from the vibrator. A few times, she even ran it up and down her thighs, enjoying the tickle, and all the while, imagining it was Thunder’s hand on her skin.

Staying quiet didn’t matter, so she allowed herself to be vocal as she enjoyed the onslaught of sensation. After a while, a twist low in her belly had her sex clenching and the need for more surging in her.

With her free hand, she brushed her thumb over a nipple and gasped at the new sensation. Amazing but still not enough. She felt empty and needier than she’d ever been in her life. Feeling bold, she inserted the tip of the vibrator into her pussy. “Shit!” she cried out, nearly arching off the bed.

“Holy shit, that’s good.” Penetration had never felt like this before. Maybe it was the wetness or the daydream involving Thunder, but whatever it was that eased the vibrator’s entry, she needed more of it in her life.

Thrusting the toy in and out at a quick pace, she began to pant. Each time she pushed it a little deeper and loved it a little more. The intense vibrations combined with the stretching fullness and friction, had her racing toward orgasm.

God, she needed it. She’d had one. One in her entire life, given to her by herself as she’d huddled in the corner of the shower and held a fist over her mouth.

Now she planned to be loud and proud about it.

She kept going, fucking herself with the toy while moaning loud and thumbing her nipple. After a few minutes, the sensation of rushing toward a crescendo began to fade. “No!” she shouted as disappointment crashed over her. What the hell was going on? This felt good. Felt incredible. How could it disappear?

“No!” she yelled again as the erotic throbbing between her legs became almost painful in its intensity. It wasn’t going to happen. She’d wasted all this time to be left unsatisfied. Disappointment sat on her chest like a two-thousand-pound elephant. Was it her? Was she broken? Damaged by—

The door to her bedroom flew open, and Thunder burst in, screaming, “Makenna!” The second his eyes landed on her, he stopped dead in his tracks. “What the fuck?” he shouted as his jaw hit the floor.

Makenna froze, vibrator lodged halfway inside her, fingers pinching a nipple. “Oh, my God,” she squeaked.

Kill me now.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

THUNDER TAPPED HIS booted foot beneath the enormous table in the chapel. Copper wasn’t exactly droning on, but still, he couldn’t wait for his prez to wrap it up so he could get the hell outta there and swing by Makenna’s.

His original plan had been to pick up some takeout and surprise her with dinner, but church started nearly an hour after it had been scheduled, so by the time he made it out to her place, she’d probably have eaten.

No matter, he could be flexible. Dessert worked just as well. An image of Mak with a can of whipped cream popped in his head. Dessert could be even more promising than dinner.

“Everybody got that? We’re all on the same page, right?” Copper asked as he folded his arms across his chest and glanced around the table at the nodding heads.

Yes, we fucking get it!

“We sent the two CDMC fuckers back home bruised and bloodied. Made it look like a total coincidence that we found them behind the diner.” Rocket had dressed like a civilian and wandered behind the diner, looking for a quiet place to smoke where his wife wouldn’t find him. When he bumped into the CDMC guys, he got mouthy about how he hated bikers. “Should come as no surprise to anyone, they took the bait and attacked. Rocket is a scary motherfucker and sent them running back to Crank bruised, and bloody as fuck.”

You told us this shit already.

Thunder shifted in his seat for the thousandth time.

“You good, brother?” Jigsaw asked.

“Yeah, just got some shit to take care of. Cop’s talking more than usual.”

The scarred side of Jigsaw’s face twitched as he resisted the urge to smirk.

“Anyway, they have no reason to suspect we were on to them. Just dumb fucking luck, they ran into a ballsy fucker who hates bikers. Regardless, they accomplished their mission. We remember they’re out there and that they have a hard-on for us.” He unfolded his arms. “Remain vigilant, guys. Don’t want the ol’ ladies alone at any time. You need help covering yours, let me know. Okay?”

“Izzy’s gonna fucking love his.”