Stinger, a member of the Grizzly MC, leads a life that is dangerous and violent. When The Brothers of Menace, an MC in the next town over, ask the Grizzlies for help, they don’t hesitate to step-up. They are asked to help transport abused prostitutes to a safe house. It’s easy enough, except Stinger sees Molly Clark, a nurse for the battered women, and instantly knows she will be his.
As a former old lady to Malice from The Brothers of Menace MC, Molly knows what is involved with being linked to an outlaw club. When Stinger, a bear shifting biker, makes it clear that she is his, Molly should run the other way. But she doesn’t, and instead finds herself wanting much more with the hardened outlaw.
When Malice tries to say Molly is still his, Stinger shows him what it means to go up against a Grizzly.
Be Warned: spanking, anal sex
He cut off her protest with a hard kiss. The flavor of mint covered her tongue when he slipped his inside of his mouth. With his arms wrapped tightly around her body, he moved them until they were back in the motel room. He shut the door, set her on her feet, and broke the kiss.
“I could take you again, Molly. Right now.” He took hold of her hand and placed it right over his erection. He was hard and huge, and instantly she got wet. “You feel what you do to me, baby?” He lowered his head so that his mouth was at the crook of her neck. He inhaled again, and although she had to admit it should have been weird, there was this very feminine part of her that melted at that fact. This man wasn’t just this hard, gritty biker. He was also a wild animal that could tear her apart with his bare hands. There was this frightening realization to that thought, but that fear mixed with her arousal, creating this explosive sensation inside of her that made her feel like some kind of nympho just for Stinger. “I have never wanted a woman as much as I want you.” He ran his tongue up the length of the side of her neck.
She closed her eyes, unable to hold them open any longer. “I find that hard to believe.” Her words came out strained, breathless, and just as needy as he claimed to be for her.
He thrust his hips forward, only an inch, and only enough for her to feel the long, thick length covered only by denim. “You can believe what you want, but I don’t lie. Ever, baby.” He gently nipped at her earlobe. “I could fuck you three more times today and still not get enough.” He used his body to move her until she was walking backward. The bed stopped her retreat, and his breath came out faster against her flesh. “But you’d take me into your sweet fucking pussy, wouldn’t you, Molly?” He moved his hands over her chest and covered her breasts that were only hidden from him by the thin cotton. “Yeah, you’d give in to me again. You’d let me have you any way I wanted.” He moved his hands around her hips, down her lower back, and curved them around her ass. “Your pussy is addicting, but next time I slide my cock into your body, it’s going to be in your ass, Molly.” He took the material of her sweat pants, and pulled them up until the fabric was forced to move between the cheeks of her ass. The seam rubbed along the puckered hole of her bottom, and even though that shouldn’t have been a turn on, when he moved one of his hands to her right breast and started clenching and unclenching the mound she grew wet and filled with lust.
She ran her palm up and down his length, swore it jerked beneath her touch, and turned her head to the side so her lips were by his scruffy cheek. Stinger turned his head to the side, too, and their lips brushed ever so slightly. There wasn’t any pressure added, but there didn’t need to be. Their breathing increased, and she loved the deep sounds that came from him. Her clit throbbed, tingled, and wetness was a constant flow from her pussy. She wanted him, but at the same time she knew she should be angry at him for fighting with Malice. That annoyance rose up, but her lust was far stronger, and pushed it down.
“You’re upset.” He didn’t phrase it like a question and kept his lips lightly pressed to hers as he spoke. For some reason not kissing him, but still being so very close to doing so was more erotic than the actual act. “You should be.” He continued to curve his fingers around the flesh of her breasts, teasing her nipple with his palm, and breathing heavily against her mouth. “But you should also know that I did refrain. I could have easily taken Malice down, and all it would have taken for me to do that was shift.” Letting go of her ass and sliding his hand up the middle of her back, he buried his hand in her hair and grabbed a chunk of it. At first he didn’t do anything but hold the locks, massaging her scalp, and giving her this sense of comfort. But then that all changed when he jerked her head back, baring her neck, and immediately ran his teeth along the arch of her throat.