ALL THE RAGE (writer: T.M. Frazier)(45)

These eyes were dark and they were FURIOUS.

Nolan searched my face. “My leg may have issues, but you underestimate the fact that I’d break it all over again for you.” He was breathing hard, his thighs straddling mine. “What happened with Griff, is that what this leaving shit is all about?”

I didn’t answer because to say that the one incident was what this was all about would be wrong. It was part of it, but it was just the tip of the iceberg that was my life. “We all got anger, baby.”

“Not like me,” I spat. I bucked my hips in an effort to get him off of me but all I managed to do was put myself in contact with the hardness straining against his wet jeans. I bit my lip to stifle a moan, not wanting him to know how much he was getting to me.

One look at Nolan’s lusty gaze told me I wasn’t very successful.

Nolan furrowed his brows. “Baby, when you feel that temper of yours crossing over to that point of no return, then you take that shit out on me. If you have to unleash whatever is going on in that pretty brain of yours, then you unleash it on me. You give ME your anger and you don’t leave again. You hear what I’m saying? Come at me, Rage. Give me all you f*cking got, and I’ll give it right back. Take it out on me. On my body. I promise, I can take it.” Nolan paused, running his gaze over my body, licking me up and down with his hazel eyes. “I want to take it.”

Opening my mouth to argue, I was quickly silenced when Nolan crushed his lips to mine.

In that moment, I was lost. In the kiss. In Nolan. In what he was pressing against me as he kissed me, hard and long. His tongue parted my lips. It was both a dance and a war. I never knew a kiss could be both harsh and gentle. Soft and solid.

I moaned into his mouth, and he rocked against me again, my dress riding up on my legs. If he were to look down, my panties would be on full display.

“You’re so f*cking beautiful. I can’t wait to fill that * with my cock. I’ve been aching to feel you come while I’m buried deep inside of you,” Nolan groaned, thrusting his hard cock against my panties, rubbing it up and down a spot that had me gasping and wanting to push up against him even more. I had a feeling that Nolan was making sure I understood that what he was going to do to me wasn’t just a promise. “I’m going to f*ck the anger out of you.”

It was a warning.

The sun was rising over the water as Nolan smoothed his hand up over my bare thigh, over my panties and then between my legs. I didn’t even realize the rain had stopped. Nolan lifted the edge of the fabric just enough to dip two fingers inside. The second he came in contact with my sensitive flesh, my back lifted off the sand in a jump. He played with my opening. Kissing me harder and teasing his fingers through my wetness. He pressed the tip of one finger inside me, then stilled. “This * is mine,” he said, removing his hand from my panties and putting his fingers in his mouth, sucking my moisture from them and groaning. He looked down at me, and for a brief second, confusion flashed in his heavily-lidded eyes.

Nolan settled himself back on top of me, his hand again snaking it’s way into my panties. He pushed a finger inside, but didn’t get very far when he stilled. “You’re so f*cking tight.”

I lifted my hips up off the sand, hoping he’d take the hint and plunge it deeper inside of me. Or something, anything to quench the ache that kept building and building. I didn’t know how much more I could take. My nipples were so hard it was practically painful. My thighs shook.

The sound of a child’s high-pitched laugh broke the spell we were under.

“Shit,” Nolan cursed. He stood quickly, pulling me up with him. A family of four emerged from a nearby cottage, a little blonde girl bounded down the steps, chasing after a beach ball twice as big as she was.

Nolan took my hand and pulled me over to the ATV he’d driven up in. He picked me up and set me over the seat. He reached behind his head and tugged on his shirt, lifting it up over his head and setting it across the seat. “You think I’m a normal guy, huh?” he asked with a wicked smile. “You’re not the only one with secrets, Rage.” Before I could ask what he was doing, he turned around and I gasped.

Holy f*ck.

I was finally getting a good look at Nolan’s tattoo. It was a full back piece. Colorful and very detailed. In the center was a wolf fighting an eagle whose wings stretched across Nolan’s back up to his shoulders and over his trap muscles. The symbol was one I recognized without even having to read the words scrolled across the bottom.

Wolf Warriors Motorcycle Club

Logan’s Beach

Nolan was right.

I wasn’t the only one keeping secrets.

Nolan

Gramps always said that if you expected honesty, you must first give it. Which was what I did by showing Rage my back and letting her in on a big piece of my life that I’d been hiding from her.

I wanted her. Body, heart, and f*cking soul. That meant we both had some truths to come to terms with, and I hoped I could explain mine in a way that wouldn’t end with me chasing her down again, which was exactly what I’d do if she ran.

Over and over.

I’ve never had to answer to anyone, especially not about the MC. Before Rage, I’d never even wanted to keep a girl around for a few hours. Even with Jessica, I got tired of her if we were together more than one night a week. Whereas with Rage, I didn’t want to let her out of my sight for a single minute.