Shattered (Shattered Souls MC 1)

Her eyes fill up with tears and I press my lips to hers. Our tongues connect and she moans in my mouth. I hold tightly onto her hair as her fingers hold onto the bottom of mine. I kiss her, hard, letting her know how I feel. At least trying to let her know. I need her to trust me, to realize I’m not putting her in harm's way.

When we break the kiss, I rest my forehead on hers. “It’s just with my mom. I told her you were back. She misses you, Harp. I’ll keep you safe, I promise.”

“What is this, Z? You just wanna pick up where we left off? Family dinner with your mom, that’s relationship shit,” she says, searching my eyes.

“Is that such a bad thing?”

She smiles and kisses the corner of my mouth. “No, baby, it’s a deadly thing.”

I lean back and stare up at the ceiling. “Harper, do you trust me at all?”

“Yes,” she breathes out.

I think everything through. I’m going to show my hand here and if she freaks out, I’m done. It’s a risk, but I think it’s one I need to take. Brooks wants me to hurry shit along, it can’t be done like this. We can’t move forward sneaking around like this. We need to be able to be somewhere other than the woods.

“My club knows,” I say, daring a peek at her.

It’s completely unnecessary though. She jumps off the couch like it’s on fire and I slowly sit up. Her hands are over her mouth and her eyes are huge. Just as I’m about to speak, she rushes down the hall and I hear a door slam shut. Shit. I go after her and realize she’s in the bathroom. The door across from it is her bedroom, so I sit on her bed and wait. I have to clean this up and fast. I’ll lose her before I even get her.

When the door opens, she walks into the bedroom. “Get the fuck out.”

“Babe, just listen,” I start.

“No, you listen. I came back for my club. You want to keep living in the past. I’m moving forward and that doesn’t include you.” She sits on the bed, all the anger gone. She places her hand over my heart as a tear runs down her cheek. “I love you, Zane. I will always love you. Please know I’m not doing this to hurt you. It’s to protect you.”

“I don’t need you to protect me, babe. I’m done letting everyone tell me how to live my goddamn life. I’m taking the risk, because I’m willing to lose everything for you. I let you go once, I’m not doing it again. I tried to move on, but I can’t. I couldn’t figure it out, not until I saw you again. It’s because I belong to you. Just like you belong to me. No one is going to tell me who to give my heart to. I gave it to you years ago,” I say, sinking down to my knees in front of her. “I know I have your heart too, babe.” She’s crying and I lay my head down in her lap. I need her to believe me. I can’t lose her, there’s too much at stake. “My club knows that you’re back. They also know what I want and they aren’t going to do shit about it. I talked with my uncle, told him that I’m moving forward with you. I only made one request, nothing happens to you. I have his word, babe. You need to trust me on this one.” I grab her hands and look up at her from my knees. I kiss her knuckles and squeeze her hands.

I can read her like a book, but right now I’m lost. She’s crying and looks from me to the ceiling. I have no idea what she’s thinking, but I hope that she’s where I am. If I just fucked this up, Brooks will burn down her club fa

ster than a fucking blink. I need the upper hand here. Without it, we’re both fucked.

“Baby, I don’t know how you think it’s going to work. Even if your club accepted it, which I have my doubts, mine never will. My father will kill us both before he lets it happen. It’ll be nothing but sneaking around and waiting to get caught. I can’t do that and you deserve more,” she whispers.

Here’s my chance, my chance for any tangible information. “Your old man is always out of town for business, weeks at a time. When’s he leaving next?”

“Next week, but you know there’s always someone watching,” she rushes out.

Next week, fuck. That’s something I can work with. “For how long?”

“A few weeks. It’s club business, Z, I can’t say anything else. Hell, I only know bits and pieces.”

It hits me like a fucking Mack truck. I know exactly how to play it all out and how to make sure it doesn’t blow back on her. I smile as I stand up, pushing her down onto the bed. I crawl on top of her and kiss her neck. Her legs wrap around me, so I reach down and pull her shirt off. I growl when I realize she’s naked underneath. I quickly pull off my shirt to feel the warmth of her body against mine. I grab onto her hair and yank, pulling her head to the side. She lets out a moan as I continue to suck and kiss her neck. Her nails dig into my shoulders and it’s a welcome pain. I move down her sexy body, worshipping every inch. Her tits are sensitive to the touch of my mouth and when I suck on her hard nipples she nearly shoots off the bed. It’s a powerful feeling seeing the effect I have on her. A feeling I’m craving more and more.

I keep moving down to her slim, tight stomach. My tongue traces over the pink skull she has on her lower left side. I held her hand the night she got it. It was a turn on being there for her first and only tattoo, even if it is to symbolize her club. She knows what I’m thinking or I believe she does as I trace it. She sighs and runs her fingers through my hair. I place a soft kiss on it and move between her legs. I can smell her arousal and it makes my dick even harder. I move to the floor and on my knees, pulling her to me. My fingers sink into her thighs as I push them far apart. Her pussy is dripping wet and I can’t take my eyes off of it.

The woods was a good fuck, but this, being able to see every part of her, it’s so much better. I lean forward and my tongue drags up her pussy, leaving her taste on it. I moan in approval as she sighs in satisfaction. I can’t take it anymore, I feast on her. My tongue thrashing against her, my teeth nipping, my mouth sucking. Her hands hold my head down, keeping me exactly where I am. It’s hot as hell and spurs me on. The need to have her come is almost as strong as the need to keep her safe.

“Oh, Zane, please, damn keep going,” she shouts.

I don’t need her words to keep going, but fuck when she begs, it’s my weakness. I move my one hand and dip my fingers inside her tight cunt, moving them hard and fast. My mouth continues it’s assault on her too. She writhes under me as I bring her closer to the edge. I glance up her body as I bite down on her clit. She arches off the bed and it’s fucking beautiful. Her pussy tightens on my fingers and I know she’s going to come. I don’t slow down, I keep going until she explodes.

“Zane,” she yells, trying to squeeze her legs together.

I pull my fingers out and lick at her until she settles. Once she does, I step out of my jeans and boxers, climbing up her body. “Fuck, babe. You taste even better than I remember. But, now I want you to ride my cock.”

There’s no hesitation once I flip us over. She kisses me and runs her hands all over my body. Her touch sears me, always has. When she pulls away, she sits up. Her wet pussy teasing my hard dick. Her tits are begging to be touched, so I reach up and grab them. She lets out a sigh and lifts her hips, sinking down onto me. My eyes shut in ecstasy. Her pussy sucks me in and squeezes tight. It’s enough to make any man worship her, but fuck that. She’s mine. No one else will ever again see or touch this pussy.

She starts to move and I open my eyes to watch her. Her head is back, hands on my thighs, and body moving to take me in. I pinch her nipples and she moans. I take my hands off of her tits so I can watch them bounce. She rides me faster and faster, making it difficult to let her have this control. The view though, fuck, it makes it worth it. I slip my hands around to her ass and sink my fingers into it.