Vegas Revenge Wedding (Nevada Bad Boys 2)

“I’ve made arrangements.” Grady pulled a card out of his pocket. “Ride north and don’t stop until you get to Indian Springs. Call this number and tell them I sent you. They’ll take care of everything.”

“Seriously?” My father took the card and stared at it. “Who am I calling exactly?”

“The Devil Knights MC.” I tapped the card. “They owe me a favor.”

“Shit.” My father exhaled sharply. “That’s one hell of a favor to waste on someone you don’t even know.”

“I do know you.” Grady shrugged. “You’re my father-in-law.”

My father couldn’t take much more than the clothes on his back. I gave him what little money I had and he changed into a pair of jeans. Even with the motorcycle helmet on, he wasn’t a perfect stand-in for Grady. He was shorter and wasn’t nearly as muscular, but it seemed like it would do the trick if someone wasn’t paying close enough attention. Grady and I waited by the door in case something went wrong as my father walked outside and got on Grady’s motorcycle. I was sure that he was going to fall off of it before he got it going, but he managed to crank it up without incident.

The man in the car looked up for a brief moment, but then he looked back down at whatever he was holding in his hand. The engine roared to life and after narrowly missing our mailbox, my father got the motorcycle on the road and started to accelerate. The car didn’t move and I let out a long breath, feeling slightly relieved to see him safely disappear.

“Thank you.” I turned back towards Grady. “I know we’re not out of the woods yet, but at least he’s not waiting around here for his hourglass to run out. Are you sure he’ll be okay with a motorcycle gang?”

“Motorcycle club.” Grady chuckled. “But yes, they will make sure he’s safe. They’ll take him in and by the time you see him again he’ll probably have five new tattoos and a new girlfriend.”

“Dad and a biker chick? That might be a worse match than that time I almost married your brother.” I smiled at him and wrapped my arms around him. “So we have the house to ourselves now.”

“That was my plan all along.” Grady pressed his lips to mine and started moving his hands underneath my shirt.

I had never known the craving of an addiction or the lust of desire, but Grady was both of those things at the same time. He had ignited something I didn’t know could exist within me and I already wanted more. His lips were like fire against mine—gasoline in an open flame that was already raging out of control the moment I felt his kiss. He pulled at my shirt until it was tangled in my arms and broke from our kiss to pull it over my head. My pussy started to get wet even before he moved a hand down to the front of my jeans. He unbuttoned them and shoved his hand into the waistband, rubbing my pussy as it roared to life with the same desire I had felt the two other times we had been together.

I moved my hand against the front of his jeans, feeling his cock throbbing against the denim. I unbuttoned the front and pushed the zipper down until I had his bare cock in my hand. I stroked it as it got harder, wanting it in the same place I had it before. My pussy was definitely sore, but when he ran his finger along the wetness and rubbed my clitoris, I no longer cared. I wanted him so bad that I would have endured anything to feel his passion pulsating inside of me again.

“I guess we don’t have to be quiet this time.” He pulled away from our kiss and pushed my jeans off of my hips.

“No.” I shook my head and grinned. “We don’t even have to go to the bedroom.”

Grady picked me up once my panties joined my jeans around my ankles and I kicked them off. I wrapped my legs around Grady’s waist as he walked forward until my back was against the wall. He entered me quick, sliding into my wetness so fast that I felt like he had impaled me on his cock. The sore muscles and torn flesh from losing my virginity ached, but once he started to thrust, it quickly faded away.

He held me against the wall and started to drive his cock into me even faster than he had before. I felt the wall vibrating along with my body as he slammed himself into me. The pictures that were hanging nearby shook so much that I thought they were going to fall off the nails that held them in place. His lips stayed on my neck, moving up to my ears and nibbling lightly before going back to my neck. Grady pushed his jeans down further and licked them off without ever breaking from his hungry thrusts. Our naked bodies pressed together and I felt enraptured in his touch, barely able to focus on anything but the intense pleasure that was surging through my body.

“Don’t stop. It feels really good,” I moaned as I felt my back being driven into the wall again.

“Nothing is going to make me stop.” He growled into my ear as he picked up the pace.

He was like a beast possessed by his desires. He pounded me into the wall until I thought I would have bruises along my back from the force of his thrusts, but I didn’t care about anything but the desire boiling inside me. He hammered me so hard that several of the pictures did actually fall and crash to the ground, sending glass and

memories all along the floor, but he still kept going. I held onto his shoulders and leaned against his shoulders, feeling nothing but pure pleasure between us. His hot breath was against my neck, constantly teasing me with his tongue and his lips, but even that seemed numb compared to the pressure that was building inside of me. It begged to be released again, wanting to feed off his lust until it the craving inside both of us was satisfied. I felt the pressure getting strong until it was all I could focus on. My body spiraled towards the edge of an orgasm and it stayed there until there was nothing left. I held onto him tighter as I started to orgasm, feeling my pussy spasm on his cock as he continued to drive himself into me.

“Oh god!” My head fell back against to the wall and the orgasm took complete control of my body.

“Your pussy is so fucking good.” He let out a gasp. “I’m about to explode.”

I felt his cock start to throb and pulsate inside of me as I continued to orgasm. The feeling of his lust magnified and driven deep into me started to build another orgasm on top of the first one. His breathing got more intense and his heart was thumping so hard in his chest that I could feel it through my breasts. He pounded his cock into me even harder, sending a couple more pictures to the floor and I was afraid he would send me straight through the wall if he didn’t get the release he craved soon. It was building inside him just as fast as it built inside me.

His body collided with mine and then he went deep, leaving his cock there as it pulsated and started to release his seed. He started to grunt as he ejaculated inside me, withdrawing just enough to pound himself deep again. His thrusts slowed but each one seemed to shoot more of his sticky cum inside my pussy. My orgasm finally subsided when he was spent and he slumped against me, keeping me pressed to the wall. We stayed there with the sweat of our passion mixing together for several minutes before he finally put his hands under my thighs and pulled me away from the wall.

“Careful.” Even in my daze, I could see the glass shimmering as it reflected the light.

“You should really clean this place up.” He chuckled and stepped over the broken glass before letting my feet touch the floor. “It’s a mess.”

“I’ll get right on that...” I staggered towards the couch and collapsed on one of the cushions.

“I expect my wife to keep a clean house.” He walked over and sat down beside me with a smile on his face. “Otherwise, I’ll have to spank you.”

“Is that a promise?” I reached for him and he stretched out, taking me in his arms.