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Their Protector: An MC Outlaw Halloween Romance

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  “Right back at you,” she says, and then groans once she feels me enter her.

  It feels just as good to slide into her soaking wet pussy now as it did last time. I know she’ll give herself to me any time I want— just as I will for her.

  I hold onto her hips while I thrust in and out of her, establishing a mind-blowing rhythm between us.

  “Jensen,” she says, as she tightens around me, and it causes me to orgasm along with her.

  “I’m coming,” she says, as I feel her tighten her legs and wrap her insides around me.

  “Me too. Me too.”

  We collapse on the living room floor with my arms around her and my head on her breasts.

  “You’re perfect,” she says. “I love you.”

  “I love you too. More than you could ever know.”

  Chapter 32


  “Here goes nothing,” I say, as I finish setting the table at my house. I stare at the three empty seats, fearing how this evening’s dinner will go.

  “It will be fine.”

  Jensen comes up behind me and gives me a peck on the top of my head, his strong hands massaging my shoulders. In the week since the trial, we’ve been spending nearly every day together. Although it seems impossible, we just keep getting closer and closer.

  “And what if it’s not?” I spin around to face him, wanting him to see how serious I think this is.

  “So what?” he asks with a cavalier shrug. Then I see the worry cross his face. “I mean, what’s the worst that can happen?”

  “Look Jensen, you said that your family is ‘crazy’ and I think I know what you were getting at…”

  “Gee, thanks,” he says, and laughs.

  “Sorry. I didn’t mean it that way. I just mean that from what you’ve told me and from my interactions with her, your mom has… some… issues… and I know you’ve had a sordid past with everything she did to your dad and your brothers. And I know things with your brothers don’t always run smoothly even though for the most part you’re close.”

  This time he tenses up and now I’m the one comforting him. I wrap my arms around him in a tight hug.

  “I’m not trying to upset you. I’m just trying to say…”

  “That it’s obvious how fucked up my family is.”

  “Well, my point is that my family is crazy too. I guess every family is in its own way, but mine is more… lurking beneath the surface. Everything on the outside looks nice and perfect, but the second someone challenges it, everything starts to boil up to the surface, if not just plain erupt, and I’m afraid…”

  “You’re afraid that dating someone like me will cause your parents to go ballistic,” he finishes my awkward run-on sentence for me.

  “I… yeah. I do want you to know that no matter what, I want to be with you. But I’m not sure that it’s going to be easy.”

  “That’s fine,” he says, kissing me once again. “That’s all I needed to hear. And by the way, nothing worth fighting for is ever easy to obtain.”

  “Oh sage, wise one,” I joke, as the doorbell rings.

  Here goes nothing .

  “Hello, Dear,” says my mom, as soon as I open the door.

  She’s holding a pie, and my dad and sister Samantha are behind her.

  “Hi Mom, come on in,” I say, and step aside to let them through.

  “This is my boyfriend, Jensen,” I say. “Jensen, this is Mom, Dad and Samantha.”

  “Well, hello,” says my mom, as if she doesn’t know what else to say. I watch my dad’s eyes size up Jensen’s tattoos while his mouth curls into a distasteful snarl, as Jensen shakes my mom’s hand and then moves on to meet my father.

  “Jensen, huh?” asks Samantha, when it’s her turn to meet him. “An interesting name for an interesting choice for my sister.”

  Her tone is both flirtatious and condescending, a combination that only Samantha can pull off. Her long blonde hair glides along her skinny back as she turns away from Jensen, and I swear she wiggles her almost non-existent ass. I think about calling her out but I don’t want to ruin the evening before it even begins.

  We head to the kitchen where I serve the chicken cacciatore I made earlier today.

  “Very nice, Riley,” Mom says approvingly.

  “What happened to the low carb diet?” Samantha bursts out.

  “I ditched it.”

  I take a defiant bite of my dinner. Samantha sizes Jensen up again, and he graciously says, “I don’t think Riley needs to be on a diet. She looks great the way she is.”

  “Thanks, honey.” I smile and squeeze his hand under the table. He squeezes back reassuringly.

  I can tell that Samantha wants to ask how a completely in shape guy could like a fatty like me. It’s something I wondered myself, before something changed. At some point I realized that Jensen was really into my body, and that I should be too. And I feel confident enough around him to wear the spaghetti strap dress I’m wearing tonight.

  Samantha doesn’t ask that question. I think even she knows that would be taking things a bit too far. Instead, she asks, “So what happened to Charles?”

  “Samantha dear, that’s inappropriate,” Mom says.

  “But what did happen to him?” asks my Dad.

  “I ditched him too,” I shrug.

  Just before Jensen knocked him out cold , I think, but don’t say. I decide a half-lie is better than the whole truth. He is technically the one who dumped me, but there’s no way I’d want him back.

  “Riley, you know I respect your choices but this is a bit of a shock to us,” my mom says. “One day we’re at the Albuquerque Country Club with your fiancé and his father who is the head of the firm you work at, and the next day we’re…”

  “At my house with my new boyfriend?” I ask them. “And by the way, it’s the firm I used to work at. And the guy who used to be my boyfriend . Not my fiancé.”

  My father sets his silverware down and clears his throat. I gulp, scared yet proud of myself for putting it out there right away. I could anticipate that asking about my job and career was next on their agenda, and I wanted to be in control of the conversation, for once.

  “I’m sorry, what?” Mom asks, her smile fading.

  “This is great entertainment, Riley,” says Samantha, as she stuffs her face. “And to think I almost went to the movies instead.”

  “Please stay out of this, Samantha,” Dad says. “Riley, what are you talking about?”

  “The firm and I weren’t a good fit,” I tell him. “I don’t want to work there— or anywhere like there— ever again.”

  Jensen squeezes my hand again and I turn my head slightly to see that he’s smiling proudly at me. And I’m proud of myself for saying exactly what I mean, for once. And even for knowing exactly what I mean.

  At lunch after his trial, Jensen said that he had gotten everything he wanted and then realized it wasn’t actually what he wanted. For me, the reverse is true. I didn’t get anything I wanted, but then I realized I hadn’t really wanted any of it anyway. I had wanted something different. I had wanted this .

  “I don’t understand,” Mom says. “What are you going to do ?”

  “I’m going to sleep in later than 5 am, and go to bed later than 9:30 pm. I’m going to feel much more relaxed not worrying whether I’ve impressed enough of the right partners for my next evaluation, or whether I’ve accidentally impressed a partner who’s on the outs with the firm, and somehow gotten caught up in firm politics without even knowing what happened…”

  “She meant for work , Riley,” Dad says, as if I’m an idiot and didn’t know that. “What are you going to do for work ?”

  “I work for Veterans’ Legal Alliance, representing former members of our military,” I tell him.

  “Tell me that’s not how you met Jensen!” Samantha sputters.

  I glare at her. She’s just jealous because she can’t avoid drama long enough to keep a boyfriend, and she has no career at all, and still lives
with our parents. She may be the standard definition of beautiful, but for once I feel confident that I’ve got a lot more going for me than she does.

  “You shagged your client! You did !” Samantha gloats.

  I ignore her and continue.

  “I also have my own office, downtown, and I’m going to start to take on some of my own clients.”

  “But how are is any of this going to be enough to make a living on?” my dad asks. “I mean, a real living? And what about all the money we invested into your future? Law school cost a fortune.”

  “It was money well spent, Dad,” I tell him, and reach out to put my hand on top of his. He looks down at it, surprised. He and I have never had the best relationship. “Thank you for putting me through college and law school. I really appreciate it. I am enjoying being a lawyer now more than I ever have in the past.”

  Mom and Dad look at each other, completely perplexed. I can just see them saying to each other telepathically: “This is not the Riley we are used to!”

  But I’m sick of bending over backwards to please them, going along with everything they want and basing my life decisions off of their demands. I’m on a new path, and they can either come with me or stay where they are, stomping their feet at me for not going exactly the way they want me to go.

  “How about some pie?” Mom asks.

  “What?” Samantha says, quickly turning to face Mom.

  “Well, why not?” I say, and stand up to retrieve everyone’s plate.

  “I’ll get it,” says Jensen, getting up with me, and so I go to get the pie.

  I can practically see Samantha fuming and storming inside. She is used to our parents lecturing me and even belittling me like she does. She’s the pretty one and as spoiled as can be. But I’m the smart one and the family expectations ride on my shoulders.

  “We’re only so tough on you because we care so much, and know you’re capable of so much,” they’ve told me many times before. But this time they don’t know what to say. They had no idea I’m capable of being myself. And neither did I, before I met Jensen.

  Later, after they’ve finally left, Jensen and I are laying in my bed, cuddling.

  “That wasn’t so bad,” he says, and then laughs.

  “Stop it!” I laugh too, so hard that I snort.

  “I totally get what you mean now, about your crazy family. They’re as bonkers as mine. Or maybe more so.”

  “I’m just glad they didn’t completely flip out at me,” I admit.

  My biggest fear was that they would disown me, but now that I think about it, that wouldn’t be so bad, as long as I still have Jensen.

  “It’s because you stood up for yourself,” he says, “and I was so proud of you. It was plain as day that they aren’t used to it and weren’t expecting it. You took them by surprise, and you had the upper hand. Even over that bratty sister of yours.”

  “Isn’t she awful?”

  I laugh harder.

  “I think you deserve a treat for having to put up with them,” he says, as he kisses my stomach and then my pelvis.

  “You’re the one who had to endure meeting them for the first time, and who likely will have to put up with more visits in the future,” I remind him. “But, hey, I could never turn down your offer for such a treat.”

  He’s already pushing up my negligée, and kissing my inner thighs. A satisfied shudder runs through my body.

  His mouth lightly touches me on the outside and then he runs his tongue up and down my eager bud.

  “That feels so good, Jensen.”

  “You deserve to relax,” he says, reaching up to play with my nipple. “You really are amazing.”

  He licks and teases me and then inserts a finger while he nibbles on my clitoris. Soon I’m unable to hold back. I grab his hair as he moves his head all over me while I come.

  “Oh my God, Jensen, this is the best feeling in the world.”

  I let go and feel my orgasm erupt and seem to split into many tiny ones as he rubs and chews on my stimulated nerve endings.

  Then he takes his boxer briefs off and slips a condom on.

  Lying on top of me, he enters me while holding my head in his hands. He kisses my mouth, my neck, and my mouth again, and I’m reminded of the very first time he kissed me and sealed our fate, even though I just didn’t know it yet.

  “I’m so glad I met you, Jensen Bradford,” I say, as he thrusts inside me, up and down, and grunts his agreement. “I don’t know where I’d be if it weren’t for you.”

  He sucks on my nipples while continuing to move in and out of me, causing my breathing to increase once again. I easily come again, and then I feel him pulse and grip my shoulders tightly as he himself comes.

  Lying back down beside me in bed, he says, “If it weren’t for me, you’d probably be hooked back up with that Charles loser, working at that awful firm again.”

  “And if it weren’t for me, you’d probably be in jail,” I say.

  We laugh as we hold each other tight.

  “Good thing Mr. Holt made me volunteer to help veterans,” I say.

  “Good thing my mom made me have to punch a guy out.”

  We lie together in the darkness for a while longer, a comfortable silence between us.

  “Jensen?” I ask.

  There’s no response, and then I hear his deep sleep breathing.

  Oh well. I was just going to tell him I love him. But I can wait to tell him tomorrow. And every day after that.


  SEAL’s Magic Bullet

  (Epilogue/ Follow up Story)


  Jensen and I just had a great time at a concert with his brothers, Brynn and some of our other friends. It’s late when we get back to my house. But not too late.

  “So, what is this Magic Bullet I’ve been hearing you and Brynn talk about?” he asks.

  I laugh. We’ve been dating for a few weeks now but he can still make me blush.

  “What?” he asks. “I told you I was going to make you come with your Magic Bullet— that I was going to make it my magic bullet. Now it’s time to make good on that promise. I’m always a man of my word. It’s time for the ‘deleted scene’ in our movie.”

  “Or our romance book,” I joke.

  “Or that.”

  He winks at me and shows me his devilish grin that I fell in love with at first sight.

  I take him upstairs and dig out the egg-shaped vibrator I still keep carefully hidden. I’m embarrassed, until he puts me down on the bed, turns it on and begins to work its magic on my clit.

  “Holy wow. Jensen.”

  “I told you,” he says, in a near-whisper.

  It feels amazing. Almost— but not quite— as good as his cock in my pussy makes me feel.

  I shake my head slightly at Jensen, but I'm smiling. He grins at me in return and winks.

  He lets it buzz on my clit and then moves it away when I feel a tingle. He raises his eyebrows at me.

  He's teasing me. Taunting me. With the threat of an orgasm I so desperately want.

  Just as I feel that I'm on the brink of that orgasm, he turns the vibrator off, as if to say, "That was just a little tease. There'll be more where that comes from later."

  He puts two fingers inside me, feeling how drenching wet I am, and I clench my pussy around his fingers, imagining that it's his cock. I can't help but want him to fuck me, even though I know we’re having fun with the vibrator.

  He moves it up and down on my clit, where I feel a rush of pleasure. Then he really turns up the intensity to full blast and finally I feel the sweet orgasm I’ve been so wanting. I grip the edge of the bed, feeling the ripple of pleasure coursing through my nerve endings.

  “I’m coming,” I tell him, allowing the feeling to wash over me completely. “It feels so good, Jensen.”

  I take a deep breath and look at Jensen as I experience an orgasm so good that it’s almost as great— but not quite— as when his cock is inside me. He raises the sides
of his handsome mouth to me and then he licks his lips as he watches me come.

  He’s clearly enjoying the way he's driving me crazy by my need to be with him. To touch him, feel him, fuck him. Instead of just this piece of metal that's on me, making me feel so good at his command.

  Jensen continues to tease me with the vibrator, causing me to come again before he turns it off and spreads my pussy open wide. He looks at the juice dripping out of me, and smiles.

  My pussy aches for him. Then his fingers slip back inside me. He fingers me while rubbing the vibrator up and down my clit.

  Oh, my God .

  This feels even better. Because he's the one doing it to me. The only thing better would be if it was his cock. Fucking me. Like I love when he does.

  My legs are spread partway open for him as he uses his hand to fuck my pussy hole while the vibrator is making me come. I can feel both his hand and the vibrator get slippery inside me as I come all over both of them, trying hard not to whimper.

  I can't help but lean in close to his ear and whisper, "I want you."

  "No," he says back to me. "You need me."

  And he's right. I do need him.

  “And I love you,” he whispers to me.

  “I love you too.”

  "I’m going to take you now,” he tells me, pulling me up by my hand.

  My heart races in excitement. Every time I’m with Jensen is the best time ever.

  I’m ready for him to take me again and again, just like he took me for my very first time. He’s claimed me as his own, and I don’t want anyone else but my SEAL.


  I love how good I can make Riley feel, and how good she makes me feel in return. I love how she does anything and everything I want.

  "Get on your knees," I tell her.

  "Yes, Jensen.”

  She kneels down on the floor and takes my cock into her mouth. I ram it further down her throat, as she eagerly swallows it. Then I reach down and put the egg-shaped vibrator back on her clit.

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