Inc's Regret (Satan's Raiders MC #1) - Elizabeth Knox Page 0,1

fuck off and find someone else. I could’ve done that, but she came to me and asked me to come here tonight. She could’ve easily found someone else, but she came to me. Plenty of other men would’ve told her to start searchin’ for the man who checks off every box for the both of them, but I didn’t. Why?

It’s simple.

I love Octavia Spencer and I’m never gonna stop, and if I have a chance to be with her, I’m gonna take it.

Octavia closes the door behind me and walks ahead of me, goes up to a dresser that’s now a bar with the amount of liquor on it. “You creatin’ some new mixed drinks or something?” I quip.

O’ laughs lightly. “No . . . I wasn’t sure what you’d be in the mood for. Depending on which way the wind blows you have a different preference.” My eyes are glued on her in a light silver robe. It has this glitter like effect on it whenever the light hits it in a certain way, ‘causing her eyes to pop beautifully.

Dammit. She’s never looked more gorgeous.

I take a bottle of vodka, take a long drink, and set the bottle down. At least I’ll get loosened up and relaxed a bit before anythin’ starts. “Thanks for showin’ up. Cinnamon wasn’t certain you would,” Zane says from behind me. It jolts me at first, but I’m bettin’ I should get used to that. Him bein’ behind me.

“Are you both serious about this?” I question, turnin’ enough to make sure I can read both of their expressions. Almost like they’ve rehearsed it, they nod at the same time.

“I wouldn’t have put either of you in this position if I wasn’t certain,” Zane states clearly.

“I . . . want to give this a shot. It’s the only shot we have, Inc,” O’ explains, seeming a bit hopeful.

“Alright. Just needed that to be made pretty fuckin’ clear,” I state, pickin’ up the bottle again for another drink.

Somehow, for some reason, Octavia, Zane, and I get in a serious drinking game. I’m about a fourth of the way through my vodka when O’ struts up to me and slams her lips onto mine. She tastes like Malibu, the sweet coconut rum coating her tongue. Damn, she’s like air and I’m suffocating after not having her for so long. It’s been months.

I’ve never had more need for someone than I do with her. My cock tightens behind my confining jeans at the way she paws at my chest.

“Dammit, O’,” I warn, cock pressing harshly against my zipper.

I don’t know how the fuck this is supposed to go, the rules or any of this. She’s thrown my cut on the bed and tore my fuckin’ white tee shirt straight off my back.

Damn, and I thought I was the needy one. I make quick work at the knot in the front of her robe and pull it off, throwin’ it on the damn floor before I see the deep navy-blue lingerie. Gems are all around it, makin’ her body look like a fuckin’ work of art.

“God dammit, I need to be inside you right now,” I hiss while turnin’ her around. I push her down onto the couch and her knees on the cushions. With my teeth I yank off her delicate panties and see her glistening pink pussy. A good coating of her essence is already there. Hell, I don’t need to go slow. I can go as fast as I want right now, and I need to plow my cock in her pussy.

Takin’ my jeans and boxers off, I kick them to the side, line myself up at her entrance, and push forward. “Fuck, fuck!” Octavia moans, diggin’ her nails into the back of the couch. My hands are on her hips as I hold her in one spot, fuckin’ her tight little cunt harder than I ever have.

God, I missed her.

She tightens up on me again, already squeezing my cock, beggin’ for me to unleash my load inside her . . . but I won’t give her that yet. Fuck no, I’m gonna pull her to the edge over and over again before I give her my seed.

“You like when Inc fucks you like that, Cinnamon?” Zane asks. I already forgot he was here.

“Yes,” Octavia admits. “Oh God!”

I ram my cock in and out of her when something cold causes me to look over my shoulder. Zane’s there. “Relax, boy. If you do, this will go