Guilty Bastard (Grim Bastards MC #3) by Emily Minton, Shelley Springfield Page B

work my pussy. I’ve never felt anything like this in my whole life. It’s as if he knows what I need before I do. My body starts to tighten as my orgasm gets closer and closer. Just as I’m about to go over the edge, Round pulls away and goes to his knees between my legs.
    He reaches to the nightstand and grabs a condom, then rolls it on. He then lines up his cock with my pussy and says, “You come around my dick the first time.”
    I nod my head, willing to agree to anything. “Yes.”
    He rubs the swollen head of his cock through my juices and smiles. A split second later, he’s inside me. His thrusts are brutal, filling me as no one has ever done before. In and out, his hips move at a slow but forceful pace. With every downward stroke, the air whooshes out of my body.
    Within seconds, I’m almost there. “Please, don’t stop.”
    “Never,” he growls out, gaining speed. “This pussy is mine now, Lisa, no one else’s.” He continues to grind in deep. “Tell me, baby. Tell me who you belong to.”
    “You, Round,” I pant out, lifting my hips to meet his thrusts. “I belong to you.”
    His thrusts start to lose rhythm, as he frantically seeks his pleasure. He buries himself deep and rotates his hips, touching just the spot I need him to. A violent orgasm rushes through me as I wrap my legs around him and moan. A second later, I feel his cock jerk inside me, as he buries himself to the hilt and groans out his own release.
    After a few seconds to catch his breath, he rolls off me, pulls off the condom, and tosses it in the trash. Then, he pulls me into his arms. “I can’t claim you, not right now, but you’ll be mine just the same.”
    This time, my heart starts to pound. I know guys like to say shit during sex, most of it lies, but this is different. This seems real. “What are you talking about, Round?”
    “I’m telling you, you’re mine.”

1
    Lisa
Five Years Later
    W alking down the hall , I see one of the brothers and a club whore coming out of one of the back rooms. They’re both disheveled, hair mussed and clothes barely on. I look closely, trying to place the brother. A smile spreads across my face as soon as I realize who it is. Rocky’s home, finally fucking home. He’s been inside for nearly six years, serving time for his part in a drug run that went bad. His homecoming explains the extra kegs I saw delivered this morning. There will be one hell of a party tonight.
    The club whore says something to him, but he’s ignoring her as his fingers button his jeans. When she tries pulling on his arms, he says something that has her taking a step back. Still, she tries to get his attention for a minute more before finally giving up and walking away. A laugh bubbles up in my throat as a look of relief washes over Rocky’s face.
    Shaking my head, I state the obvious. “You’re home.”
    His eyes jerk to me, and a smile spreads across his lips. He opens his arms, motioning for me to come closer. “I sure am.”
    It only takes a second for me to reach him, and a second later, his arms are wrapped around me. “I see you’re still leaving a trail of broken hearts behind you.”
    He looks to the retreating form of the club whore and laughs. “Nothing broken there but her pride. She honestly thought I’d be so relieved to get a taste of pussy that I’d keep her around for a while. She was wrong.”
    “She’s new. She thinks every brother that takes her to bed is going to claim her.” I pull out of his arms, taking a step back. “The bitch is gagging to be an old lady.”
    “The whores always want a cut,” he says, reaching up to cup my face. “The good ones, they refuse when one is offered to them.”
    Before he went to prison, he had me half-convinced to wear his cut. The only thing that stopped me was my feelings for Round. At the time, I knew nothing could happen between him and me. Still, it wasn’t fair to pledge myself to Rocky while I was so infatuated with Round. I was afraid