Thrust/Throb: Lost Devils MC - Book 2 Page 6

  “Are you with him, or not?” Oliver growls fiercely, making me gasp.

  I blink and look up into his eyes, and I take a deep breath.

  “Not.”

  “Why do I keep smelling bullshit?”

  “Take a fucking bath then,” I snap.

  He chuckles, and I half smile as I look down.

  “My dad…” I shake my head before I close my eyes. “Before Barnes ran Dark Water Falls, my dad did. Just petty bullshit small town thug crap, you know? He slung drugs, ran a few rackets, kept a few thugs halfway employed. Barnes was just this guy I’d gone to high school with—just another wannabe gangster in just another crumbling small town where there’s nothing else to do. But then he grew up and decided Dark Water Falls was his and his alone.”

  I shrug and look up at Oliver.

  “And now it is.”

  “That why you’re with him?”

  “I am not ‘with him,’” I spit fiercely. “I’m not. My dad started working for Barnes but resented him for it. He stole from him, got roughed up, and then begged me to come home to help him with his bum leg. Turns out, he owed Barnes more than he could pay or more than they could beat out of him, so he struck a deal.”

  Dark fury suddenly blooms across Oliver’s face as he connects the dots.

  “You’re fucking kidding me.”

  “I wish I was,” I say dryly.

  “Hold on, your own bloody father settled a debt by giving you to Barnes?”

  I nod, and he snarls.

  “Father of the fucking year, huh?”

  His teeth grind together.

  “So leave.”

  “Can’t.”

  “Yeah, Delphine, you fucking can.”

  “You think I’d still be here if it was remotely that simple?” I spit back. “Well, it’s not. Because Barnes’s isn’t quite as stupid as you think he is. I’ve got one person left in this world that I care about—my grandmother, my mom’s-mom, and Bryce has some of his goons watching her, constantly. If I run, they hurt her.”

  He swears viciously, and I shiver as he balls his hands into fists, his jaw clenching tight. Fuck, it’s disturbing how hot him getting so primal like this is.

  “I—” I squeeze my eyes shut. “I do have to go back.”

  “No, you don’t.”

  I shake my head. “You don’t know him.”

  “Yeah,” Oliver growls. “I do, actually.”

  I frown. “Beyond the racing?”

  He nods, and I suddenly get it.

  “Shit, do you owe him money?”

  Oliver looks away, and my face falls.

  “Fuck, I’m sorry.”

  I’ve seen what Bryce does with people who “owe him.” He doesn’t even want to be paid back most of the time, he just wants to own them, and control them. Because he’s a sick, twisted asshole like that.

  “It is what it is,” Oliver growls. He reaches out, and I shiver when his hands slide over my waist and pull me back into him. I gasp as I fall against his chest and look up into those piercing, gorgeous blue eyes. He leans down, and I moan when our lips touch again. I melt into him, moaning again and opening my lips for his tongue as I sink into him.

  He pushes me back until my back hits a tree along the side of the empty stretch of moon-lit road. The smell of pine and woods and wet asphalt sweeps over me, and my hands slide over his body as he kisses me fiercely.

  But suddenly, I pull back, panting as I look up into his eyes.

  “I’m not revenge against Barnes.”

  “And I’m not an escape from him,” he growls, leaning in and kissing me hard again. I moan, eagerly kissing him back before I pull away with another gasp.

  “I’m serious, I’m not your damsel.”

  “And I’m sure as shit not your knight in shining armor,” he groans as we come crashing back together. “But you can’t go back there.”

  “He doesn’t…” I shake my head. “I can handle a few slaps.”

  Oliver snarls. “And beyond the slaps?”

  I frown. “What?”

  But then, suddenly I get what he means.

  “Ask me.”

  His jaw clenches. “No.”

  “Ask me.”

  “Fine,” he snaps. “Do you fuck Barnes?”

  My lips curl. “It’s none of your damn business if I do.”

  His eyes blaze fiercely, and I whimper at the look of pure animal lust and rage on his face. Fuck that’s hot.

  “The answer is no,” I whisper, swallowing. “Never have, never will. He doesn’t…” I look away. “He doesn’t touch me like that, thank God.”

  Oliver’s brow furrows and he’s staring at me when I look back at him.

  “What?” I whisper

  “He…” he shakes his head. “How?”

  I smile thinly and roll my eyes as I hold a finger out, and then make it droop.

  Oliver chuckles. “Well, shit.”

  “It works well for me, and he goes off to ‘prove his manhood’ or that it’s my fault by trying to screw anything else with a pair of tits. I’m more than fine with it.” I shrug. “Truth is, I don’t even know if it’s about trying to screw me. I think he just likes the power over me. He likes parading me around as ‘his,’ since he ‘took me’ from my dad, the old crime king of our shithole town.”

  “But you’re not his,” Oliver growls.

  I shake my head.

  “Not married, no boyfriend.”

  I swallow, shaking my head.

  “And what if I were to say you were someone’s?”

  I frown. “What?”

  But then I gasp as Oliver moves right into me, and his hands slide all the way around me until one is holding the small of my back and the other pushes lower to grab my ass possessively.

  “If I were to say you were mine,” he growls lowly, his eyes blazing blue fire into mine.

  “What makes you think I am?” I whisper.

  He doesn’t answer, he just crushes his perfect lips to mine, and I sink into him. I moan deeply, clutching at his hoodie and eagerly finding his tongue with mine. He groans into my mouth, and I whimper right back, my hips rocking into his. He pushes me back against the tree, and I moan eagerly as I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him hard against me. But then, he slowly pulls away, leaving me panting and aching for more with my eyes still closed.

  “That,” he purrs.

  I open my eyes and immediately shiver at the ferociously hungry look in his eyes.

  “That makes me know you’re mine.”

  Time freezes for one half second while we just stand there staring into each other’s eyes, lips barely an inch apart. And then, the universe hits the play button, and suddenly we’re crashing together.

  I moan as his lips taste mine, his tongue delving between them. His rock-hard body clenches tight against me, his hands sliding all over me at once until it feels like three of him touching me at once. My hands grip his hoodie and start to shove it up his torso, and he groans into my mouth. A hand slides up into my hair, gripping it in a fist as I moan eagerly into his mouth. I’m kissing him so hard it feels like I’m going to bruise my lips, but I don’t even care.

  Wanting him is primal and doing this again comes as naturally and as certain as the fucking sun rising tomorrow morning.

  I shove his hoodie up, and then his t-shirt—my hands sliding under them both to feel his bare, hot skin. His abs flex under my fingertips, and his own hands yank at my leather jacket, pushing it off my shoulders. I push him away and take my hands from his body just enough to shove the jacket off, and he does the same to his. But then we’re crashing right back together like two forces of nature slamming together.

  He pushes my long-sleeved t-shirt up—up over my bra before he tugs it off of me completely. My hair comes loose and tumbles down around my face, and Oliver growls as he cups my chin and kisses me hungrily. His hands unsnap my bra, and I shrug to let it slip from my arms. My fingers slide under his shirt again, and this time, he
pulls back and yanks both his shirt and hoodie off before he embraces me again.

  My bare skin on his has me gasping, and when my hard, aching nipples drag over his muscled, tattooed chest, I moan into his lips. His fingers work the button of my jeans, and mine do the same to his.

  Like I said, this is primal.

  This is two forces of nature.

  This is a hurricane and a typhoon crashing together.

  Oliver gets my jeans undone first, and I gasp as he suddenly pulls back, spins me around, and pushes me up against the tree. The roughness makes my pulse skip and my body ache for him. I feel him yank his jeans open and then moan as he shoves mine along with my panties down to my knees. He presses against me, and I moan again at the feel of his huge, hot, throbbing and thick cock pulsing against my bare ass under the moonlight.

  “There’s something you should know about me,” he growls into my ear.

  “What?” I moan.

  “When I say something’s mine,” he purrs. “I mean it’s mine. Mine like I’m never letting go.”

  He pushes his swollen head down over my ass until it presses against my slick, pouty lips. He pushes, and I gasp at the size of him as he slides between them and sinks that thick head into me.

  “You think I’m yours, huh?” I gasp, half-turning to lock eyes with him over my shoulder, my hair tumbling across my face as I pant in anticipation.

  “Uh-huh,” he growls, leaning forward to nip at my earlobe and make me whimper as he rocks his hips against me.

  “I know you are.”

  He pushes forward, and I moan in pure pleasure as his fat, swollen cock slides into me. He growls, gripping my hips in an iron grip as he sinks inch after inch of his thickness into me leaving me begging for more. The pleasure falls from my lips as I whimper and moan, until he’s all the way inside of me, his breath hot against my neck and his muscles rippling against my back.

  His hands hold my waist tight as he slides out, only to rock right back inside. My eyes roll back in pleasure, my fingers gripping the tree trunk as he starts to slide in and out. He growls, and I cry out as he drives all the way in with one thrust, taking my freaking breath way as raw pleasure melts through me.

  His hands slide over my hips, one gripping me tightly and the other pushing lower until his fingers find my mound. He starts to slide in and out faster, pounding into my dripping wet, tight little pussy harder as his finger finds my clit. Oliver rolls my aching bud under the pad of his finger, and his teeth rake over my earlobe as he starts to fuck me.

  It’s primal, and raw, and yet sensual and erotic at the same time. His muscled abs slam into my ass as he pounds into me, utterly claiming me as I moan loudly and wantonly thrusting back to meet him. I’m so fucking wet, but he’s so freaking big that it feels like he’s utterly filling me to the brim. It feels like he’s stretching me to the absolute limit, touching me in places I’ve never before knew existed.

  The naughtiness of it, and the toe-curling filthiness of the rough, savage man fucking me like no one ever has before has me tumbling towards that edge in no time. I cry out as he thrusts into me and rubs my clit, and I reach back to claw at his hip with one hand. I urge him on, willing him to take me even harder, and to fuck me even deeper, and faster. Begging him to lose control. I find myself wanting him to utterly rut into me, like a beast claiming his mate. It’s like he can read my mind, too, because as I want it, he gives it, until I’m clinging to the tree for dear life as his thick, gorgeous cock fucks me into oblivion.

  The orgasm hits me like a truck, plowing right into me and making me scream in pleasure as I explode on his thick cock. He grunts, but he never lets up—his finger rolling my clit and his big dick pounding me right through my climax and into another. His lips tease down my jaw, and I turn to mash my lips to his, my hand coming up to grip his long hair hard.

  My back arches, pushing my ass back into him as he growls savagely into my mouth. He thrusts into me over and over and over, until my eyes squeeze shut, and the release begins to explode through me taking me to higher levels than I thought possible.

  “Come for me,” he growls into my lips. “Let me feel this pretty little pussy drench my big cock with your sticky cum, love,” he purrs. “Come all over my cock.”

  He thrusts deep as his fingers rub my clit, and it’s like the world splits in two. I scream in pleasure as my whole body just fucking explodes for him. Every muscle clenches, every nerve ending blazes with heat and lust. Every fiber of my being ignites as he thrusts into me, fucking me against this tree.

  Oliver groans as I start to come, and he pushes that big dick as deep into me as he possibly can and roars as his cock starts to jerk. His cock pulses and throbs and swells inside of me, and as the orgasm slams through me, I can feel him start to come. Hot, thick, body-pulsing jets of his sticky cum blast into me, filling me to the brim until I can feel it squirting out from where we join. He just keeps coming, his chiseled muscles clenched against me as that big cock empties rope after rope of cum deep inside of me.

  Suddenly, it’s quiet. Suddenly, we’re both sagging against that tree, panting for breath as our hearts race faster than the bikes back at the track.

  His hand slides back up to cup my jaw, and he leans around me as he pulls my mouth to his. Our lips seal together, and we just stand like that, his cock still deep inside of me as he kisses me like I have never been kissed before.

  Slowly, we come apart, and he gently slides out of me.

  “Oh fuck,” I whisper, swallowing as he eases out of me. “You are so fucking big.”

  He chuckles and pulls me around and into his arms. He kisses me again, and I wrap my arms around him, kissing him right back.

  Eventually, we come apart again, and I blush as I reach down to pull my panties and my jeans back up. His cock is still so freaking hard and glistening with his cum and mine in the moonlight, and I don’t realize I’m staring at him until he chuckles.

  “Fuck, baby,” he growls. “Round two already?”

  I blush deeply, looking up into his eyes as I rake my teeth over my lip.

  “Um, yeah,” I giggle, sliding into his arms and leaning up to kiss him. “But I really do have to go back.”

  He frowns as he pulls his jeans up and fastens his belt buckle. I pull away and reach down for my shirt, passing him his t-shirt and hoodie.

  “I’m not bringing you back to him.”

  “Oliver—”

  “No, fuck that. I’m not.”

  “It’s fine,” I say quietly.

  “The fuck it is. I can’t bring you back to that fucker. Not on a good day, and sure as bloody hell not after seeing him lay a hand on you back there tonight.”

  “I have to.”

  “Not happening.”

  “Fine, then I’ll hitchhike.”

  He rolls his eyes. “Hilarious.”

  “If I don’t go back, Barnes will…” I shake my head. “I don’t know what, but it’ll be bad.”

  Oliver growls lowly, his jaw grinding.

  “It’s just a house I live in with him,” I say softly. “My own room, my own bed, and he’s been doing blow all night and eye-fucking the usual track groupies. Believe me, he’ll be far too busy yelling at some poor biker groupie about his own limp dick problem to even think about laying a hand on me.”

  Oliver eyes me, looking not at all convinced. But I can see that he sees the inevitability of this in my eyes.

  “Let’s go,” he growls quietly.

  We drive back to the track slower than the roaring bat out of hell ride we took away from it. It’s deserted when we get back, the parking lot empty except for my lone old pickup truck.

  “Barnes isn’t going to wonder why the hell your truck was still here?”

  We’re standing next to the truck, Oliver’s bike off and parked a few feet away.

  I shrug. “If he even noticed it when he left, I’ll just tell him the engine was acting up again and that I got a lift with a friend.”

  Oliver fr
owns and looks away. “Why does this feel like we’re having a fucking affair when you’re not even with anyone.”

  I smile wryly. “Because life is complicated, and fucked up?”

  He smiles, shaking his head. “Truer words,” he growls quietly.

  I lean up and kiss his cheek before I turn and open the creaky door to the truck. I’m, about to climb in when suddenly I gasp as he grabs me from behind. He spins me, and I moan as he presses me into the truck and kisses me so hard it takes my breath away.

  “Fuck, Delphine,” he groans, panting as he pulls away. I press my forehead to his, shaking at the pure power in the way we kiss.

  “I don’t like—”

  I kiss him this time, searing my lips to his and gripping the neck of his hoodie tight in my hands. We stay like that, our lips glued together and our breaths mingling for I don’t even know how long. But when we do pull apart, I’m panting for air and my lips are swollen from him.

  “Thank you,” I whisper. “For everything. For taking me away, for…” I smile. “For all of it.”

  “I’m coming back for you,” he growls fiercely.

  “Yes please,” I whisper back. I slide up into the cab of the truck, and Oliver gently closes the door after me. I roll down the window as I start up the pickup, and he leans in to brush his lips against mine.

  “And when I do,” he purrs, sliding a hand inside to cup my jaw. “When I do, I’m keeping you, all to myself.”

  His lips crush to mine fiercely, bruising me, marking me, making me remember before he pulls back. Our eyes lock as I put the truck in gear and slowly, and painfully, drive away from him into the night.

  Chapter Seven

  Oliver

  Ten Years Ago:

  “Oy, you little fucking wanker.”

  The hit comes hard—and I was expecting this one. I grunt, knocked to the ground with the force of his swing.

  “Fuck you, you fucking pricks!”

  Asa, my brother, lunges after me, but the fuckers holding him back don’t flinch or break. Instead, he gets a knee to the gut. Basher—that’d be the fat cunt who just pistol-whipped me across the temple—chuckles a wheezing, fat cunt laugh.