SOLID GROUND: GODS OF CHAOS MC (BOOK TWO) by Honey Palomino Page B
Authors: Honey Palomino
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lips and darting inside, twirling with hers searchingly, the longing for closeness so strong, so necessary, so intense that I began to press into her until my cock throbbed and rubbed against her wantonly.
She gasped in surprise, and reality came crashing back down, knocking me out of my lusty haze and reminding me that I was doing everything I had vowed not to. Again.
“Shit.” I muttered, pulling away from her. “Lacey, I’m so sorry. I’m a shit.”
“No, I…” Her lips were red and swollen, and I shook my head, the feelings so fucking overwhelming I was beginning to lose any faith I had in doing the right thing.
I turned away, opened the door, and walked out into the hall, closing the door behind me, leaving her all alone. I swallowed hard, and thundered down the hallway, out the front door past all the gawking Gods, and into the dark sanctuary of the night.
☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼
The door closed and the tears fell down my cheeks. Riot was hot and cold, and I didn’t know what the hell to think. He had kissed me again like he did the first time, and then he just left me alone.
I was so confused, so full of uncertainty, so fucking lost that I couldn’t see straight.
You killed Monty , the voice returned.
“Fuck you!” I replied out loud. “Monty fucking deserved it, goddammit!”
Riot’s words rang in my head…’you’re a fighter’…he had said. Was he right? Or was I just a submissive victim? Why hadn’t I managed to kill Monty sooner? Or at least left? The beatings did their job, I guess, because until I had been arrested, until I had that card and Grace’s number in my bra, I had never even assigned escaping as an actual possibility.
Something in me had snapped.
I wasn’t that woman anymore.
Sure, it had been such an incredibly short time, merely days, and I could still feel the pain of the bruises Monty had left me covered in, I could still see his dead, empty eyes staring at me every time I closed my own, but I was so fucking ready to move on, to start a new life, to get as far away from my past as I possibly could, and as fast as possible, too.
I needed that.
I needed to feel and experience all the things that I had missed. And right now, tonight, that meant Riot. Riot’s passion. Riot’s lust. Riot’s caress. His gentleness and his intense masculine strength all at the same time. I wanted everything he could give me.
And I wanted it right now.
I threw open the door, running down the hallway after him. As I reached the living room, Cherry’s eyes locked onto mine, and she nodded encouragingly, pointing to the front door.
“Thank you,” I mouthed, running out the front door. I saw the flashlight on the railing, grabbed it and ran to the one place I knew I would find him.
When I reached his spot, his back was to me. He was pummeling the bag, bare-fisted, his shirt thrown on the rock behind him, and a light sheen of sweat covering his tattooed back, shimmering under the moonlight.
I stopped short, watching him from a distance through the trees.
He had called me a warrior, but he was the true warrior. I gazed in awe at his strength as blow after blow landed on the swinging bag.
Warmth and desire washed over me as I watched his savage display of pure masculinity. I wanted those hands on me, pushing and pulling on my flesh, I wanted to feel him inside me, filled up with his passion for me. I ran through the trees, and he stopped punching when he heard me behind him.
“Lacey, I —,”
I held up a hand to stop him.
“No, listen to me, Riot, please?” I pleaded. He stood in front of me, the fire in his eyes a threat to my very sanity as I searched for the right words. “Look, I understand what you’re trying to do. Holding back. Wanting to be gentle. And I appreciate it, I really do, so much. But um…” Shyness threatened to overtake me, but I pushed it away. “Look, I need this. You.
She gasped in surprise, and reality came crashing back down, knocking me out of my lusty haze and reminding me that I was doing everything I had vowed not to. Again.
“Shit.” I muttered, pulling away from her. “Lacey, I’m so sorry. I’m a shit.”
“No, I…” Her lips were red and swollen, and I shook my head, the feelings so fucking overwhelming I was beginning to lose any faith I had in doing the right thing.
I turned away, opened the door, and walked out into the hall, closing the door behind me, leaving her all alone. I swallowed hard, and thundered down the hallway, out the front door past all the gawking Gods, and into the dark sanctuary of the night.
☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ ☼
The door closed and the tears fell down my cheeks. Riot was hot and cold, and I didn’t know what the hell to think. He had kissed me again like he did the first time, and then he just left me alone.
I was so confused, so full of uncertainty, so fucking lost that I couldn’t see straight.
You killed Monty , the voice returned.
“Fuck you!” I replied out loud. “Monty fucking deserved it, goddammit!”
Riot’s words rang in my head…’you’re a fighter’…he had said. Was he right? Or was I just a submissive victim? Why hadn’t I managed to kill Monty sooner? Or at least left? The beatings did their job, I guess, because until I had been arrested, until I had that card and Grace’s number in my bra, I had never even assigned escaping as an actual possibility.
Something in me had snapped.
I wasn’t that woman anymore.
Sure, it had been such an incredibly short time, merely days, and I could still feel the pain of the bruises Monty had left me covered in, I could still see his dead, empty eyes staring at me every time I closed my own, but I was so fucking ready to move on, to start a new life, to get as far away from my past as I possibly could, and as fast as possible, too.
I needed that.
I needed to feel and experience all the things that I had missed. And right now, tonight, that meant Riot. Riot’s passion. Riot’s lust. Riot’s caress. His gentleness and his intense masculine strength all at the same time. I wanted everything he could give me.
And I wanted it right now.
I threw open the door, running down the hallway after him. As I reached the living room, Cherry’s eyes locked onto mine, and she nodded encouragingly, pointing to the front door.
“Thank you,” I mouthed, running out the front door. I saw the flashlight on the railing, grabbed it and ran to the one place I knew I would find him.
When I reached his spot, his back was to me. He was pummeling the bag, bare-fisted, his shirt thrown on the rock behind him, and a light sheen of sweat covering his tattooed back, shimmering under the moonlight.
I stopped short, watching him from a distance through the trees.
He had called me a warrior, but he was the true warrior. I gazed in awe at his strength as blow after blow landed on the swinging bag.
Warmth and desire washed over me as I watched his savage display of pure masculinity. I wanted those hands on me, pushing and pulling on my flesh, I wanted to feel him inside me, filled up with his passion for me. I ran through the trees, and he stopped punching when he heard me behind him.
“Lacey, I —,”
I held up a hand to stop him.
“No, listen to me, Riot, please?” I pleaded. He stood in front of me, the fire in his eyes a threat to my very sanity as I searched for the right words. “Look, I understand what you’re trying to do. Holding back. Wanting to be gentle. And I appreciate it, I really do, so much. But um…” Shyness threatened to overtake me, but I pushed it away. “Look, I need this. You.
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