It’s Game Day! To coincide with the Super Bowl, I couldn’t resist another Super Sized Smex Scene Sunday feature! And I couldn’t imagine spending it any other way than revisiting one of my favorite and most beloved MC romance series- Chaos!
Through good times, bad times and times of war, Cole “Rush” Allen grew up in the Chaos Motorcycle Club. Along this journey, he watched his father, Tack, and his MC brothers fight, sweat, bleed and die to steer the Club to legitimacy.
And they’ve got one more battle on their hands. A battle they have to win. But when Rush meets the woman who put herself right in the thick of it, he knows he has to stop at nothing to get her out.
Rebel Stapleton has lost someone she loves to murder and she’s the kind of woman who’s going to do something about it. She puts her career on the line, and her life, to bring the man who did it to justice.
That is, she does this until Rush Allen intervenes.
Chaos is at war and they’re about to face the ultimate showdown. They’ll have to negotiate skeletons from the past, enemies becoming allies, and loved ones in the line of fire on their ride to be… Free
I missed my boys and Free, book 6 brought me back home in a way that was so super soaked in nostalgia, I’m not sure what I enjoyed more, being back with the Chaos Motorcycle Club or Rush’s actual story- but that is a review for another day…
Because, today, TODAY we are delving into all things smexy and the scene I have for you is just a taste of what you are in store to receive. Taste….mmmmmm. A perfect place to begin!
I should have known with the way he kissed, his mouth would be magic. It was. I held his head to me until I was done with that and put the fingers of both hands to the bralette, tearing it up. He lifted his head just long enough to let me do that and catch my eyes. The blue fire raging in his had me catching my breath before he bent back to my nipple and pulled it deep. I squirmed. His hand came up to palm my other breast then roll and squeeze that nipple. I writhed. Then I caught his shirt at the shoulders and he kept at me with his mouth even as I shoved it down his arms and he tore it off. He switched nipples with his mouth but not his hands because his other hand trailed over my belly, in, down, and . . . oh yeah . . . In. He hit my clit with a finger and rolled. Oh man. My back arced off the bed. His head came up and he took at my face.
“Rush,” I panted, my hips undulating with his finger. He took one look at me, slithered low, spread my legs, then his mouth closed over me through my black lace panties…
“I want inside,” he growled.
“Then come inside,” I panted.
He kissed the skin beneath my ear. My collarbone. The space between my breasts. Then he was gone. I was still catching my breath when he came back, positioning between my legs. I barely focused on the burning, determined look in his eyes before he took my mouth again, kissing me deep, wet . . . hot. I felt him glide the tip of his cock over my clit. My hips jerked and I gasped against his tongue, rounding his hips with my calves. Rush kept kissing me. Somewhere in the depths of my brain that wasn’t about my body, his cock, the staggering orgasm he just gave me, or the fact we were about to connect, I realized I liked that. Loved it. I loved that Rush kissed, so intimate, so generous, so beautiful, while he fucked. To me, it said everything. To me, that just was Rush. As deep as these thoughts were, they flew away when the tip of his cock caught at me and he slid in an inch.
“Baby,” I breathed.
“Fuck, you’re tight. Sweet. Tight. Slick. Fuck,” he groaned.
I lifted my head and nipped his lips. His face darkened and he slid in another inch. “Yes,” I panted. “More?” he grunted. “Yes,” I hissed. He slid in all the way. I clutched his neck and slipped my other hand down to find my nails digging in the bare, molded, muscle of his ass. Nice. But he’d gotten naked and I missed it. Next time, I would not.
His lids lowered (sexy AF), he slanted his head, took my mouth and moved inside me. Slow. Gentle. Sweet. His hand went to my breast, teasing my nipple. Oh yes. I grabbed his ass in my hand, holding tight, pulling him to me, sliding my calves down to wrap around the backs of his thighs and holding on. He kept kissing me and went faster. I broke the kiss, went after his neck, fisting my hand in his hair to pull his head back so he’d expose his throat to me.
When I came to, his mouth was moving on me. My neck. My chest. Over the swell of my breast. I wound my limbs tight around him as he rolled my nipple with his tongue. I tipped my chin down and watched through half-closed eyes his dark head against my light skin, his strong glistening tongue swirling my sensitive nipple.
“Honey,” I called.
His head came up, his gaze came to me, before he shifted over me and put his mouth to mine. I expected him to kiss me. He didn’t kiss me. And I only had the barest second to process the intensity in his look, the possession stark there, hunger slaked, satisfaction a given. I knew before he even said it I had hold on a man who was about to stake his claim.
“I’m keeping you,” he said against my lips. He was keeping me. I was going to belong to somebody. And that somebody was Rush Allen. I was pretty sure in that moment I’d start crying. Rush didn’t give me a shot…Only then did he kiss me, wet and rough and deep. When he pulled away, he caught my lower lip in his teeth and took it with him, necessitating me going with it, and pretty much every inch of my body quivered. He let it go, gave me a wicked, biker-boy-who-had-a-big-dick-and-knew-that-he-knew-how-to-use-it grin and he slid out of me and bed.
“You want me to go get the tequila?” he called from the bathroom. We’re gonna go all night.
“Yes,” I called back. I was going to get my brains banged out by a beautiful biker. So yeah. Oh yeah. I was still smiling.
Free is available NOW and man does it feel good to be back on Chaos!