Sarge: Book 8 in the Vengeance MC series Read online

  Her trust. She put handed herself over to me; to keep

  safe, to protect, and to cherish. That night the last of my doubts about her and what we could be, came crumbling down. My walls deteriorated, and the dam I'd spent years reinforcing to keep my feelings in check, burst.

  I wish I could say that I was soft and gentle, that I made sure Emmy’s first time was something beautiful that she would remember forever. And although, I’m positive it was, in the same breath I’m positive it wasn’t everything she had imagined.

  My need for her was too extreme, too potent to go slow and easy. I was desperate, crazed, and feeling more than I ever had for anyone when I looked into her eyes. Not to mention, Emmy was just as insatiable for me as I was for her. The second our clothes came off, she pounced.

  My cock was wrapped in her tiny fist, and her perfect mouth was encircling the head. And while I was down with her giving me pleasure like I’d never experienced before, I was so close to blowing my load, that I knew I had to stop her.

  Removing my cock from her mouth with a pop, she sucked in huge gulps of air but still continued to stare at my dick hungrily. I didn’t have it in me to tell her that if she kept looking at me like that this would be over before it began, so instead, I grabbed her underneath her arms and hauled her up my body.

  I did the best I could to prepare her. I stroked up and down her slit, circling her clit with every pass, and ground

  my cock against her, making her gush in excitement. It pained me to hurt her. All I could do was to make sure this, me, was what she truly wanted before taking something so precious, I would cherish it always.

  “Be sure, baby. We do this, there’s no going back. You’re mine, and I’m yours,” I rasp into the sensitive skin on the side of her neck.

  “I’m sure,” she whispers back, shuddering in anticipation on top of me.

  Gathering her into my arms, I growl,

  “Then brace, sweetheart,” as I slam her down onto my rock hard cock in one swift, jarringly sudden movement.

  “Oh, God, Atlas,” my girl whimpers.

  Letting her get used to my length and girth, I slide her up and down my shaft slowly at first. Emmy’s mouth drops open as she licks her soft, plump lips, her pink tongue darting across the abused flesh, spurring me on.

  Emmy bites down hard on her bottom lip all the while keeping her eyes open and locked on mine. Not once does she look aware or appear overwhelmed by what’s happening. Taking in the subtle glow of her skin, flushed and sweaty with desire, I notice the flare of heat in her eyes with every downward stroke as I swivel my hips to give her the friction she needs.

  I love the way that her full tits bounce and sway in time

  with my thrusts, the look of awe on her face as I clutch her hips and drive in deeper. But most of all, I love the way she touches me; like if she stopped I’d disappear.

  Shuffling myself up the bed so that my back is pressed to the headboard and Emmy is balanced on my thighs, I watch as she rides my cock with abandon. Long gone are the erratic strokes of a novice, in its place, the slow, drawn out thrusts of a master.

  Watching Emmy take control is something of a novelty for me, but I could sense she needed that from me, and, at least for now, I was willing to give it to her. It wouldn’t always be like this; I honestly can’t see myself giving her this kind of power over me all the time, but for now I’ll revel in it.

  That’s not to say, I won’t give her incentive to move the way I want, as hard as I want. So, smacking her ass just

  hard enough to feel it warm under my hand, I watch Emmy’s pupils dilate as her mouth drops open in surprise. Seeing her excitement at my rough treatment of her delicate body, all bets were off.

  I planned on using the knowledge that Emmy liked my wilder side against her later. A little orgasm denial never hurt anyone. But that would have to wait because right now, I just needed to feel her come all over my cock.

  Gathering the heavy fall of hair at the nape of her neck, I tug her closer to me, and demand,

  “Ride me hard, baby. Show me how much you love my

  cock.”

  At my rough demand, Emmy arches her back, causing the tip of my cock to hit her g-spot. My groans and her whimpers echo off the walls as she impales herself on my cock and shudders her way through a mini-orgasm.

  The satisfaction I feel at her internal walls clamping down around me isn’t lost on Emmy as I groan,

  “You feel so fucking good, baby. The way your tight little pussy is milking me…perfection. You were made to take me cock, Emmy. You were made for me.”

  “Yes. Only you,” Emmy breathes out harshly, working herself up to another climax.

  “Harder, sweetheart. Fuck me like you mean it,” I command, causing her eyelids to lower to half-mast and her mouth to drop open in the perfect O.

  The innocent smile Emmy gives me turns me the fuck on, at the same time, turning my heart to mush. Seriously, my girl could ask me for just about anything right now, and I’d give it to her. And if I couldn’t, I would beg, borrow, lie, cheat, and steal to make sure she has everything she wants and needs.

  And just when I think it can’t get any better, Emmy angles her pelvis, leaning back so that she can ride me even harder. With every downward glide, Emmy’s eyelids droop, and her mouth drops open as the tip of her pink tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip, earning her a deep growl from me.

  “You’ve got two seconds to stop fucking around, baby, or I’m taking over,” I rumble as I fuck up into her. Hard.

  I swear on all that’s holy, on my brothers, my family, and my cut, that this woman will be my downfall. She might think I hold the balance of power in our relationship, but little does she know, it’s all her. I’m a slave to this woman. Emmy fucking owns me. Mind, body, soul, and heart.

  Impatient as hell, and borderline desperate to feel her tight, wet heat clenching around me, I flip us over so that Emmy’s flat on her back beneath me and start pounding into her gorgeous pussy. In and out, over and over again, I don’t let up on my assault on her body until I hear her urgently mewling and moaning my name.

  Lifting myself up on my forearms, so I’m hovering above her, I demand,

  “What do you want, sweetheart? Tell me, and I’ll give

  it to you.”

  My body tightens with every clench and undulation of her scorching inner walls around my rigid shaft. The anticipation of watching her detonate for me almost more than I can bear. Our skin is slick and wet with sweat, and the slapping sound of my balls hitting her juicy, round ass has me intensifying the speed and depth of my thrusts.

  Needing to watch as Emmy comes for me, I lean back and look down her perfect body to the place we’re joined so intimately. So fucking completely. Nudging her thighs open

  with the outside of mine, my eyes are drawn to her pussy stretched wide around the thick girth of my cock. Her outer lips are dark pink, and the hood of her clit is pulled back to reveal the hard nub beneath.

  I’ve seen the Grand Canyon at sunset, driven the winding roads through the Rocky Mountains in winter, watched the Northern Lights dance through pitch-black, crystal clear night skies, but never has there been a more beautiful sight than Emmy in the throes of orgasm.

  Her head is thrown back, exposing the delicate skin of her neck, the flush creeping across her chest, stretching down to the turgid tips, and her mouth parted in a perfect O. The sweet, glistening lips of her pussy are parted, engulfing my cock, welcoming it home with every forward thrust. But even with all the beauty that is Emmy’s sensational body, it’s the look in her eyes as she murmurs my name and the way her hands trace the scars on my back that has me falling even deeper.

  And it’s then I know it’s too late for me. Our future might be in limbo, we may live hundreds of miles apart, and our lives are headed in very different directions, but none of that matters. Not even a little bit. Emmy is mine, and I’m hers. The rest of that shit will work itself out, and if it doesn’t, I’ll make it
work. Whatever I have to do, I won’t lose this woman. Now or ever.

  “Tell me, baby. Tell your man what you want,” I rasp, licking a wet path from her collarbone up her throat to just beneath her ear.

  “You. Only you, Atlas,” the woman of my dreams breathes helplessly.

  A loud animalistic growl explodes from deep in my throat, as her perfect cunt grips me even tighter. So much so, my balls ache with the need to spill themselves inside her, staking my claim, making her mine once and for all.

  “God, yes. Yes. Yes. Yes,” Emmy chants the second my fingers hone in on her clit.

  Circling the tight bud, manipulating it until she’s panting and shaking with the need to come, I begin slamming into her harder. Deeper. So forcefully I know my girl won’t be able to walk without feeling me inside her for the next few days.

  As Emmy’s legs start to tremble, I latch onto one of her distended nipples and suck. Seeking out her neglected breast with one hand, I roughly finger the tight tip, squeezing and pinching it, making Emmy whimper in pleasure.

  The fingerprint sized red marks blooming on Emmy’s hips are not only evidence as to the firmness of my hold on her, but of my possession too. The sounds of her gasps and my groans, the feel of her tits pressed against my chest, and the smell of our arousal permeating the room is further proof Emmy is my perfect match. In bed and out of it, this woman was made especially for me.

  My cock slides deeper into her heat, impossibly so,

  leaving Emmy begging for me to make her come. But I wouldn’t, not yet. I want this to last. I haven’t had nearly enough of my girl, not even close.

  Holding her hips flush to the mattress, I pound into her, growling as I withdraw my cock covered in her juices and thrust back in. My hips are restless; grinding, swiveling, making sure to hit her G-spot every time I bury myself to the hilt.

  But before long, Emmy’s body shudders, her sopping wet cunt tightens exponentially harder around my throbbing cock, forcing me to give up on my plan to draw this out.

  “Shit. Fuck, Emmy. You keep doing that, and this will be over before you’re ready.”

  “Oh, God. I’m ready, Atlas. So ready,” she moans, wrapping her legs around my waist and digging her heels into the top of my ass. “Please. Please make me come.”

  I commit every inch of Emmy’s body to memory. Every secret spot I’ve discovered that makes her moan, writhe, pant, and beg, I store away for safe keeping. Emmy moves in sync with me, her pussy drowning my cock with her cream as she comes with her whole body.

  I’ve never experienced anything like this. Like Emmy. I thought I’d done everything, felt everything, but I was wrong.

  Emmy’s spine arches, as her pussy clamps down around the base of my cock. Her hips writhe desperately

  trying to obliterate the last millimeter of space between us. Her nails drag the length of my back, scoring deep into my flesh drawing blood as it pools on the surface of my skin. Emmy’s breathing becomes ragged pants as she screams my name, over and over, demanding more, yet begging for mercy at the same time.

  Fucking amazing. Beautiful. Fucking perfection.

  In the split second before she falls over the edge, lost to the ecstasy only a climax of this magnitude can bring, Emmy’s eyes connect with mine and hold fast. The clarity of what’s reflected there would bring me to my knees if I were standing. Hunger. Devotion. Need. Love. It’s all right there. It’s like staring into a goddamn mirror because everything I feel is right there in Emmy’s wide, bright blue gaze.

  “Fuck but I love you, Emmy,” I say, unable to hold

  back the words a second longer.

  Strangling my cock with her cunt, Emmy lifts her head and plants her lips on mine, taking my mouth in a fierce kiss.

  “And I you. All of you. Every last flawed inch of you. Only you, Atlas,” she whispers against my lips.

  Smiling at the woman I know is my future, I empty myself inside her and pray this is what our forever looks like.

  *****

  Emmy and I didn’t get much of a reprieve from the outside world because, that very same night, only minutes after I rolled us to our sides, pulling my softening cock from her heat, Emmy’s dad called.

  Honestly, if there was a worse moment for my President to call his daughter, I can’t think of one. Especially, since my come is still fresh on the inside of her thighs, my marks decorated her skin, and I wasn’t even close to knowing how to break the news to her that I was part of her dad’s MC.

  From the gist of the conversation, or I should say, what I overheard, Emmy’s father wanted her to come home. It wasn’t so much a request as it was an order, but my girl held strong. She explained that she’d met someone – someone she was willing to give up everything for – and that she wouldn’t be coming home just yet. Her dad demanded she write me off as a summer fling and promised to pay for her college education and an apartment near campus for her if she did.

  Jesus, Skull offered Emily goddamn everything she thought she wanted before she met me and more, but not once did my girl waiver. As far as she was concerned, Emily had made her choice and nothing her old man could say would change her mind. And fuck me if I wasn’t proud of my girl for her determination.

  I knew there would come a time, and it would be sooner than I’d like, that I’d have to explain who I am, what I do, and how I came to be in Tampa. I also knew that once I did,

  Emily could very well see it as too coincidental to be anything other than a setup, which it sure as shit is not. I can only hope when the time comes, that I can convince her everything we’re building is real. As real as it comes.

  At the end of the call, as an act of good faith, Emily does promise to keep calling her old man every day to check in, but however, is the extent of her willingness to negotiate with him.

  Sighing deeply and pulling her deeper into my arms, I'm fucking amazed that a girl as sweet, as pure, and as fucking incredible as Emily would want a man like me. She deserves better; a man who can give her the American dream, maybe. A house in the 'burbs, and two point five kids who play with the family dog in a big ass backyard. That's not me, that will never be me, but even though I can't give her what I deep down know she craves, I'm too selfish to let her go.

  I've finally met the only girl that elicits any emotion from me that isn't fleeting enjoyment, or a simple thanks for a night of fun between the sheets, so I'll be damned if I'm going to give her up. And then, like the clusterfuck that's been my life since the time I could walk, everything goes south in a fucking big way.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  ~ Sarge ~

  The beginning of the first end

  It's a sound no one can mistake; the rumbling engines, the roar of several motorcycles pipes echoing loudly in the otherwise silent night air. It's a sound so ingrained in me that if it weren't for the fact they shouldn't be here, it would lull me to sleep. But not tonight. Tonight the roar of engines that echoes through the otherwise quiet night awakens an emotion I haven't felt since the last time my old man took to me with his belt. Fear.

  As they get closer, I can make out the distinct sound of, at least, five separate bikes. I wrack my brain, trying to remember if any clubs were due to ride through this Podunk town on their way to somewhere else, but for the life of me, none come to mind.

  Emily was out cold only seconds ago, but as the glass rattles, as they get close, she jerks awake. With wide eyes filled with worry, she turns her head to stare up at me. And it's in that moment, I wish with everything inside me, I could say something to calm her. That I could erase that worry in her pretty blue eyes. That I could take her into my arms and

  soothe the look of fear and confusion that crosses her face. But I can't.

  Climbing out of bed, I clench my fists at my sides and stare out into the darkness. Whoever is out there isn't stupid enough to pull up out front, probably opting for the element of surprise by parking around back instead.

  It doesn't take more than a few minutes before I'm fully dr
essed, tucking my nine into the back of my jeans. As I sit down on the edge of the bed to pull my boots on, I gently shake my girl awake and order,

  "Get dressed, baby."

  My gut clenches, my stomach rolling violently, as one by one the riders turn off their engines. The night becomes eerily still and quiet once again, which doesn't bode well for us. That means this definitely isn't random, not that I really believed that to begin with. No one comes out this way unless they have business with my Uncle, and since he's in Seattle, and has been for the better part of a month, there's no reason for late night visitors of any kind. Friend or foe.

  "Atlas, wh-what's going on? Who’s out there?" Emily stammers out, her piercing blue eyes never once leaving mine.

  Shaking my head, I reply,

  "I don't know, baby, but I need you to get up, get dressed and do it quick so I can find out."

  Her hands shake as she tries to quickly untangle herself

  from the sheets, and her breathing escalates with every step she takes closer to the bag open on the small desk across from our bed.