He spread her cheeks a few times, letting the cool air touch her puckered hole, and then let them go to start the whole process over again. “You ready for my cock in your ass, Molly?” He growled.

  “Yes. God, yes.” She had her forehead resting on the mattress, her eyes closed, and her nails dug into the sheets.

  He didn’t respond, just moved away from her for a few seconds. She heard clothing rustling, but before she could open her eyes and turn to see what he was doing Stinger was back to her, and had her cheeks spread once more. At the first touch of something cool and slick along her anus, she arched her back, and a small sound left her. “Stinger…” His name fell from her lips on its own, as if her mind had detached from her body and she was working on pure instinct alone. “You brought your own lube?”

  He moved his thumb along her hole, smoothing the cool liquid around until it turned warm from her body heat. “I came prepared.”

  Yes, he did, and she couldn’t be more thankful. A wrapper being torn open had her looking over her shoulder to see him rolling a condom down his length. Her blood rushed through her veins, pounding in her ears and throbbing at the base of her throat. The thick crown of Stinger’s cock moved along her back hole, and although she wasn’t an anal virgin, the excitement and hesitation ran wildly inside of her at the same speed.

  “Tell me you want me to have you this way.” He pressed his cock forward, not enough to penetrate her, but enough that the erotic threat was there. “Tell me that you want me to claim your ass, to be the only man to ever touch you again.” He pressed forward even harder this time.

  “You know I want this.” She was hot, aroused, and so ready for him. “You know I only want you.” And that was the scariest fucking thing out of this whole situation, because it was like a train derailed. He brought his hand down hard on one of her ass cheeks, and she cried out for how good it felt.

  He spanked her again, and again, and once more for good measure it seemed. He chuckled, but the sound wasn’t at all amusing. “I know you want this, just as fucking badly as I do.” His voice sounded distorted and not quite human. “I can smell how wet your cunt is for me, can see the flush that covers your body from your arousal.” He spanked her once more, and then moved his hands back to hold onto the cheeks of her ass. Stinger placed the crown of his dick at her asshole, and then started pushing into her body.

  The instant feel of pressure, burning pain, and being filled by him consumed her. She held onto the sheets as he pushed every last inch into her ass. If she thought he had filled her up while he fucked her in the pussy, she hadn’t felt anything yet, because having him back there was a plethora of sensations. He touched parts of her, nerves that she didn’t even know existed.

  Keeping one hand on her waist and moving the other up the center of her back, Stinger grabbed a chunk of her hair and pulled her head back until her throat was bared. He started moving in and out of her slowly, but gradually picked up speed until the sound of skin slapping against sweat slicked skin filled the room. Molly had never been one that particularly enjoyed anal, but the way Stinger made her feel and the filthy words he kept murmuring, as if he couldn’t help himself, had her on the verge of coming.

  “I’m close, Stinger. God, I’m so close.”

  “Mmm…” He increased his speed, but reached around her belly and started rubbing her clit back and forth. That was all it took to send her over the edge.

  Molly led her head fall back the rest of the way and moaned out her orgasm. It was just as pleasurable as the numerous ones she had earlier with him, but this one was more intense and savage. It also felt different, but in a very good way. Her orgasm seemed to go on and on, and when the pleasure started to drift away, she actually felt Stinger’s dick swell inside of her, which in and of itself was a strange sensation. The sounds he made were almost frightening, but she liked that he couldn’t control himself around her. This wasn’t just a man, but a shifter, and this bear wanted her for himself, that much had been made abundantly clear.

  He roared out as he came, and it seemed to go on for several seconds. She swore she felt his cock jerk as he filled the end of the condom, and when he finally loosened his hold on her waist and hair, pulled out of her, and fell back on the bed, she allowed herself to collapse beside him on her belly. They lay side-by-side for several minutes, not speaking, but then again there wasn’t any need for words after what they had just shared.

  “That was … intense.” She hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but when she heard him chuckle she couldn’t help doing it herself. Turning her head so she could still be on her belly but facing him, she noticed the way a smile could totally change his appearance, almost like it softened him. Molly reached out and ran her fingers over his not really there beard.

  “I was going to shave, but I wanted to be here more.”

  She shook her head and smiled. “I kind of like you looking like this.”

  “Like a bum.” He was teasing. She could tell by his voice.

  “No, like a man.” She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. There wasn’t any tongue, and this wasn’t meant to titillate him. When she broke away he didn’t let her get far.

  He reached out and cupped the side of her face. “What was that for?” He brushed his thumb along her lips.

  “I just felt like doing it.” She leaned in again and kissed him. Keeping her mouth pressed lightly to his, she murmured, “And I do want this, as insane as this all is. I do want to be yours, Stinger, but there are things that need to be said.” She pulled away and looked him in the eye. “I have a son that means more to me than anything else. He doesn’t need another father, nor do I want that for him.” He started chuckling, and she knitted her brows and pulled back slightly. “I didn’t think that was funny.”

  He shook his head. “It isn’t. It’s just that Malice said the same thing.” He brushed a lock of hair away from her face.

  “That was why you guys went at it again?”

  He lifted a shoulder in a shrug. “Part of the reason, but we came to an understanding that I want to be there for you and Dakota, but not replace the family he already has. I just want to be there.”

  Her heart was beating fast and hard at his words.

  “I just want to be the male you turn to, the one that you and Dakota depend on. I’m not trying to replace Malice as a father, and not trying to push him out of either of your lives. I know he is here to stay, and I’m good with that as long as he can keep his ass in line.” He smiled, obviously trying to ease the last part. “This is new for me, too. I’ve never had an old lady.”

  Her heart picked up at those words.

  “But I know that I want you for more than just this one night, Molly.”

  Molly had thought leaving the MC life and Malice was what she had wanted, and what she and Dakota had needed. But the truth was it had just taken this short time for her to realize that the MC life was just as much a part of her as it had always been. Maybe in the end this would have been a mistake, that jumping into a relationship after knowing Stinger for such a short time would bite her in the ass, but her mind and body gravitated toward him, and how could that be wrong when it felt so good?

  “I live over five hours away.”

  He pushed himself up so he was resting against the headboard, and his muscles flexed and relaxed from the act. “No amount of distance can stop me from being with you.” And although common sense should have told her that many relationships had perished because of distance, the fire that flashed behind Stinger’s green eyes, and the determination in his voice made her feel like there wasn’t anything that could stop him from making it damn clear she was his.

  “You are so sure that everything will fall right into place.”

  He leaned in an inch until hardly anything separated their mouths.

  “Life is a hard, vindictive bitch, but when something feels so right, or when someone makes you feel there is more to life than you ever imagined, you hold on tight and never let go.” He breathed that last word out, and everything in her stilled. “And Molly, you make damn sure that nothing gets in the way of making that a reality.” He slanted his mouth on hers, and it was like that one kiss cemented the rest of her life, or at least as far into the future as she could see. Dive in head first into darkness, and eventually the light will penetrate it … right?

  Chapter Eleven

  “You want me to move to River Run?” Molly stared at Lucien who sat at the bar of The Brothers of Menace clubhouse.

  “I want you to help us and use your talents, Molly.” Lucien tossed back his shot and then turned only his head her way. Malice was leaning against the wall on the other side of the club, but his focus was on the billiards game across the room, and not the conversation she was having with Lucien.

  “But why? I know you guys can get people with doctorates to do your dirty work.” She wasn’t going to steal meds or do anything illegal like that because the Brothers didn’t have anyone else. Helping out women that had been beaten was one thing, but moving all the way here for nothing more than being The Brothers’ nurse on call was another.

  “The doctor I had working for me is out of commission indefinitely,” Lucien said with a straight face. “You’re intelligent, know your shit, and have a soft touch. Look at all you did for those girls. Look at how you came up here just to check on them.” He stared right at her, letting his words sink in. “You’re the kind of woman we need tending to the guys, too, and looking after the women once we get them set-up at the new place.”

  She didn’t know if that meant the good doctor had crossed The Brothers’ path, he was dead, or he had skipped town, but she wasn’t about to ask either. A prospect set a bottle of beer on the counter. The sound of pool balls cracking and of music playing didn’t drown out the noise of Dakota laughing outside with Tuck. Letting what Lucien said really penetrate her mind, she knew that it wouldn’t be so bad to live in the country, to have Dakota close to Malice, and to be near Stinger. But that was a big decision, and one she wasn’t going to jump right on or take lightly. “I don’t know, Lucien. I can’t just quit my job and move here. I have a life in Brighton.”

  Lucien turned on the barstool so he was facing her head on. “You mean that homecare job? The one I know you hate because death surrounds you?”

  “I don’t hate it. I help those people be at ease and comforted during the last moments of their lives. Besides, the MC is full of death, too.”

  He nodded. “I can’t argue that, but you and I both know you hate living in the city, and hate that Dakota can’t see his dad more.”

  She couldn’t argue that either, but this was still a life-changing thing they were talking about.

  “Molly, I wouldn’t have asked you if I didn’t trust you with me or the club. You are a part of the MC family, even if you and Malice are no longer together. You’ve been there before this charter was even formed.” He stood, and although it was clear he was drunk, Lucien was always in control. “I don’t expect you to jump right into this. You need time, I get that. But I want you to know the offer is here. We can help you find a place, get you and Dakota set up,” Lucien pointed over his shoulder at Malice. “And just think, Malice and Dakota can spend more time together.”

  She ran a hand over her eyes and sighed. “This is big, Lucien, like really big.”

  “I know.” His voice was close.

  She dropped her hands, surprised to see him standing right in front of her. She hadn’t even heard him approach.

  “Just think about it. Let me know, okay?” He placed his hands on her shoulders and gave them a light squeeze. “No pressure.” Lucien turned and headed toward the back of the club.

  There were a few guys playing pool, but they seemed to be in their own world as they paid no attention to her or that Malice was moving toward her. “Did you know he was going to spring that on me?”

  Malice stopped a few feet from her. “I knew.” He kept his focus on her as he spoke. “Are you actually going to think about it or totally blow it off?”

  Molly didn’t say anything for several seconds as she thought about what Lucien and now what Malice had said. Moving here wouldn’t be the worst thing she had ever done, and she saw the positive in helping those girls, the guys she considered her family, and also having Dakota closer to Malice. Of course she wanted things to work out with Stinger, and this seemed like a step in the right direction, but would moving here cause more drama amongst the three of them?

  “I know what you’re thinking.” Malice said. He was good at reading people, and she supposed that was what made him so lethal and the Sergeant at Arms for The Brothers. “I’m not starting shit with Stinger, and not going to get in the way of you being his old lady.”

  “No?” She looked at his face. Stinger hadn’t said much on what the fight had actually been about. He had been vague as shit about it in fact. “Your face, and Stinger’s as well, begs to differ.”

  Malice shrugged. “That was us just getting that shit out of the way. It’s done and over with now.” He looked down at the ground and rubbed his hand over the back of his neck. When he did look back up at her she was surprised to see genuine shame on his face. “I talked with him, and did a lot of thinking myself. It was fucked up to act like you were my old lady when you haven’t been for a long time. But I have always been this type of man, and will always be possessive and territorial of what is mine—”

  “But I’m not yours, Malice.”

  “I know, Molly. I’ve always known that actually, but I guess I just don’t like giving up on something even when it isn’t mine anymore.” He exhaled loudly and didn’t say anything after that for several seconds. “Listen, what I can tell you is that I am not going to interfere in your life any longer. You’re happy, Dakota is happy, and that is good, really fucking good. You don’t have to worry that moving here will cause a lot of drama.” He tilted his chin toward the front doors. “Come on, let’s head outside.”

  She followed him out and waved to the guys playing pool. Once the front door was shut behind her she looked over at where Tuck and Dakota were. Dakota held a stick in his hand, and he and Tuck were playing swords.

  “He loves it up here, and the guys love having him here, too.”

  She turned and looked at him.

  “I love having him up here.” Malice looked away from their son and down at her. “Seeing him every other weekend is hard as fuck, Molls.”

  She exhaled. “I know.”

  “Momma,” Dakota yelled out and ran up to her. “Momma, Tuck says we might move here?” He was bouncing up and down and waving the stick around. “Are we? Are we?”

  She stared at her little boy, looked at Tuck, who had a guilty expression on his face, and then turned to Malice. “It’s going to take some time, but I think we might be able to work something out.”

  Malice smiled, and for the first time in a very long time she saw the man behind the scars and ink. This was one of the biggest steps she had ever taken, but she felt in her gut it was the right one to make.

  ****

  Malice stared at the back of Molly’s car as she drove off. Dakota lifted his little hand and waved furiously. Although his son couldn’t see him out the back window, Malice waved back. He saw Tuck move beside him through his peripheral vision, but kept his focus forward.

  “So, you think she is going to stay?”

  Malice looked at Tuck then. “I don’t know, but I think she will. If nothing else she is a good mother and knows that bringing Dakota here to be closer to me is a step in the right direction.” Malice grabbed a pack of smokes out of the inside of his cut and grabbed a lighter from inside his pocket. He lit the end and inhaled deeply. “I need to quit these things.”

  Tuck grunted from beside him.

  “But she also has a good heart, and I know she wants to help those women. You saw how dedicated she was when Lucien called her and she came to the warehouse. She dropped everything to help, and then has been staying up here, too.” He shrugged. “She’s a good woman.”

  “That you still love?”

  Malice rolled that question around in his head. “I’ll always love her. She’s the mother of my son, but in love with her?” He looked at Tuck. “Nah, that ship sailed a long time ago, I was just too much of a stubborn asshole to realize that wanting something was not the same thing has loving it.”

  “Man, we all get like that.”

  Malice inhaled once more but grew sick from the taste of the cigarette.

  “I thought I was in love with a woman one time, but turns out I was just hard-up for her.” Tuck started laughing, and then Malice chuckled. “She liked playing hard to get, and when we finally did fuck the ending was pretty anticlimactic.”

  “How so?” Not that Malice liked to be involved in other people’s business, but Tuck was offering it up, and he was genuinely curious.

  “We just both realized that sex was the only thing going for us. Pussy does that to a man.”

  Yeah, Malice could relate, but this wasn’t about sex. He’d fucked plenty of women after Molly broke it off, and their relationship had been going downhill well before they finally called it quits. “I think I just can’t stand knowing that something isn’t mine, even when it hasn’t really been mine for a long fucking time.”

  Tuck clapped him on the back. “Brother, believe me, I know.” They stood there in silence for several minutes, and finally Tuck spoke again. “Wanna come in for a drink, help get your mind together?”

  Malice turned his whole body so he could face him fully. “My mind is pretty straight, man, believe it or not.” Malice grinned, actually feeling good after he had come to the realization that things were the way they were. “But I will join you for a drink.”

  Tuck grinned in return and nodded. They both headed inside, and for the first time in his life Malice felt like an asshole for all the shit he had started with Stinger, and the annoyance he put Molly through. Over time he hoped he could make it up to them, because he liked seeing her happy, and Stinger was the man to put that smile on her face. He also trusted the Grizzly, and knew he would treat Dakota well. Yeah, life wasn’t always how someone perceived it to be, but in the end when the veil was lifted things just happened to fall right into place.