SOLID GROUND: GODS OF CHAOS MC (BOOK TWO) (14 page)

I had asked for it.  And he was going to give it to me.

“Lacey…” his voice was thick with emotion as he tore his lips from mine.  “Are you sure?”

“Yes, Riot, please…now, right here, right now…I want to feel you, all of you, please…I just want to forget everything and feel normal for just a little while…please…”

His lips crashed onto mine again and we sank down onto the forest floor, our bed a layer of fallen pine needles.  His weight fell on me deliciously, his naked, muscular, tattooed chest pressed hard against mine as I pushed up towards him, and wrapped my legs around his hips.

His kisses grew deeper, stronger, more demanding as he devoured me.  Hands trailed over flesh, the need for feeling every inch of him so strong that I felt like I was on fire with it.  I wanted to know him.  All of him.  And I wanted him to know me.  Whatever was left of me, I wanted to give it to him.

His hands found the bottom of my t-shirt, tugging it over my head.  I reached behind me, unclasping my bra and throwing it to the side.

He gasped and I looked up to meet his gaze.  His eyes raged in the moonlight, his hands finding their way to my hardened nipples and heaving breasts.  With rough fingers, he traced my moonlit curves, and I melted under his touch.

I pulled him closer with my thighs, his hard cock throbbing against me as I lifted my hips, pressing up into him wantonly, wanting to make it very clear how much I wanted him.  He felt huge against me, and I shivered in anticipation as I reached down and pulled at the buttons on his jeans. 

One quick pull down over his hips, and his cock sprang forth between us.  He groaned as I slipped my hand around him, stroking his massiveness boldly in the dark. His hips bucked, his lips found mine again, and we rocked against each other, moaning through our kisses, the electric heat of the moment fueling our fiery intensity.

Riot pulled his mouth from mine, groaned and began trailing his kisses down my neck and chest, his tongue dipping between my bare breasts, licking and nibbling at my nipples as his hand snaked down and began working at the snap and zipper of my jeans.  I unwrapped my thighs reluctantly from his hips, raising up so he could pull them down.  I kicked off my shoes, and he pulled them off all the way.  

I lay panting in front of him, wearing nothing but my black panties and a few errant leaves and pine needles that had tangled in my hair.  He stood up, removing his jeans and boots and throwing them in the pile.  He stood naked over me, his burly beauty highlighted by the shadows the moonlit trees threw over his sculpted frame.

He was pure savage masculinity, and with the backdrop of the raw nature surrounding us, he looked right at home, a wild creature of the forest himself.  

“Lacey,” he grunted, as he kneeled down, hovering over me, the heat in his eyes almost too much to take.  “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

My heart soared. I smiled up at him and wrapped my bare thighs around his naked hips.  

“Please, Riot…”  I pleaded, all thoughts of anything but him faded from my mind.  “Now, baby, please…please…”

He pressed forward, and slipped into me smoothly, his throbbing need filling me completely in one swift thrust.  I gasped, my eyes widening as I met his gaze, and I melted into the Earth below, waves of delicious pleasure washing over my body as he began moving his hips, slowly moving in and out of me as he watched my face for any sign of resistance.  

He would never find it.

A wildfire of pleasure spread through me, consuming my body with the need for him, for this night, for this moment, for this forest, this new life. 

“Yes, oh my god, Riot, yes…”  Tears sprang to my eyes, and I let them fall, opening my heart for just this one, safe moment.

Our bodies rocked against each other, melting into one, Riot’s heat obliterating anything outside of the two of us, our every movement urgent, desperate. I clung to him, holding on, digging into him with my heels, his hips rising and falling rhythmically as he sank into me over and over.

I whimpered and moaned, every word lost in sensual ecstasy before they could escape form on my lips.  But words weren’t necessary.  Riot gave me exactly what I needed from him.  He pushed into me, each stroke a lesson in intention - purposeful, strong, precise.  The subtle movements of his hands, his hips, his mouth, all skillfully pulling me away from reality and into this magical fantasy of scorching passion.

My hands trailed down to his ass, his muscles flexing under my fingertips with each thrust, each push, each pull away and smooth plunge back into my center.  

It had never been like this, this pure rawness mixed with such tender sensuality.  I lost myself in Riot’s arms, the past melting away from my mind, from my body, leaving nothing but right here, right now, this night under this moon, with this perfect, strong, brutally sexy man.

His breath quickened along with his pace, and soon we were slamming together, over and over, harder and harder, until we reached the edge of consciousness, the heat of our bodies crashing into each other, building the energy and chemistry between us until we exploded into a fiery ball of passion, our souls mingling together above us, and floating away into the moonlit sky, until we lay panting, breathless, spent in each other’s arms. The only thing left existing in our world was the pounding rhythm that our beating hearts fell into together.

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Sunlight burned through my window, the heat searing my back as I sank my swollen cock back into Lacey’s deliciously sensual center.

We hadn’t slept.  I couldn’t get enough of her, and the dance of wonder and delight playing across her face with every stroke, every lick, every kiss was intoxicating and addicting.  

She moaned, purred, bucked and clawed at me as I unleashed my passion on every inch of her.  She tasted like fresh, sweet cherries, and I spent hours tasting her, starting so slow she was whimpering, drawing her pleasure out of her with purposeful strokes of my tongue and nibbling and sucking and licking until she was writhing on the bed below me, a beautiful masterpiece of feminine bliss.

I had never felt more like a man in my life.  The years of boxing, being a God, riding, fighting with Slade - none of that had compared to the deep, savage masculinity that coursed through my veins as I watched her come to life under my fingertips.  

By the time the birds had started chirping, I was afraid I would hurt her if we didn’t stop soon.  But she was so willing, so wet, so blissed-out, that no matter how many times she came, she wanted more and more.

Luckily, my cock was happily up to the task.

Our bodies fit together perfectly, her soft pussy wrapped around me, along with her sexy legs, and we rocked together in the sunlight, our kisses soft, wet, gentle.  

I felt like we had been kissing each other all our lives.

Thoughts of the future kept creeping in the back of my mind, and instead of letting them take over, I kept making love to her, afraid to stop, afraid to let her go, afraid that if we stopped we would never get back to this heavenly place we had discovered together.

Shuddering, our bodies once again crashed into an explosion of heat as we came together.   We were drenched in sweat, our bodies sliding together sensuously as I kissed her deeply, as she moaned and cooed.

Gently, I slid out of her, laying down beside her and pulling her to me.  She laid her head on my chest, and closed her eyes and we drifted off to sleep for the first time.
 

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I woke up to the hot afternoon sun scorching my bare skin.  Riot’s bed was right next to the window, and despite all the trees surrounding the clubhouse, his room was in the one unprotected spot.  The heat was brutal, and I raised my head to look around.

Riot was nowhere to be seen.

I sighed, stretched and smiled the biggest smile I had ever smiled in my life.  He was amazing.  The things he had done to my body were amazing.  I had never felt so alive. 

I was free.  

I was happy.

I jumped up, dressed, and ran back down the hall to my room.  I had to pass the living room, but luckily, it was empty.  I didn’t want to explain to anyone why I was coming out of Riot’s room.  

I jumped in the shower as soon as I reached my room, my smile still plastered across my face.  My body was still singing from the intense pleasure I had felt with Riot. I knew I was missing out on a lot, but I had no idea I was missing out on that!  

I washed my hair, and a huge wave of gratitude washed over me.  Riot was the most perceptive, intuitive lover, and he concentrated on making me shake, shudder and come all night and all morning. 

My lips, breasts and every inch of my flesh was still on fire with his touch.  He had been gentle at the right times, and not so gentle exactly when I needed it.  

I didn’t know all the things that I read about in books had the potential of really happening.  I thought happiness was a fairy tale, and the elusive man that actually cared about your pleasure was an illusion.  Riot was quickly showing me something that was a complete contrast to any other experiences I had had.

Not one of Monty’s friends had ever been interested in anything I was feeling.  Usually, it was a quick session of them grunting over me for five minutes.  The other times, it was just a lot of acting out some stupid fantasy they had. 

I had never come like that before.  Not like last night.  Riot had brought me over the edge over and over again, until I was a babbling mess of shuddering flesh.  Sure, I had masturbated, but even I didn’t know how to do some of the things Riot had done to me.

I was smitten.

And what did that mean? 

Now that I was out of Riot’s arms, reality began crashing down around me.  I was supposed to be leaving.  Starting over.  Assuming a new identity.

But, suddenly, the last thing I wanted to do was leave this ramshackle paradise in the woods with my new lover.

You killed Monty
, the familiar whisper of my conscience curled up in my ear, but this time, again, nothing happened. My heart didn’t speed up, I felt not one pang of guilt, fear or trepidation. 

I felt nothing but happiness.  

I’ve always heard that everything happens for a reason, but I could never really believe it.  How could all the shit my mom did to me have any good reason? Or Monty?  There was never any nugget of reason to any of that, as far as I could see.  I was just doing what I needed to do to survive, and never thought I’d really ever get out of it.

But if all of that wouldn’t have happened, I would never be standing here today.  It was crazy to think about, really.  If my mom hadn’t been such a monster.  If Monty hadn’t bought me, hadn’t decided to use me to gain more money and power by selling me to his friends, if he hadn’t sent me on that last date with the weird egg guy.  If I hadn’t been walking down that street, if I hadn’t been stopped by the cop, if I hadn’t gotten in the car with him.  If I hadn’t been in jail, I never would have met the woman who gave me Grace’s card.