All Chapters of Wrecked By My Bully: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

His eyes flare with a fiery intensity, and he presses his finger deeper into me, causing a pleasure so intense to burst through me that I nearly fall off the bike onto the ground. His lips hover just above mine as he watches me, savoring my reaction while he touches parts of me that I know now I was saving especially for him.Could that be possible?Of course not. I’m just lost in the heat of the moment.His hands tug hungrily at my pants. He wants to undress me, and I’m more than happy to help him. I lift my hips, and he pulls my jeans down to my ankles. I kick off my shoes and slip one leg out, which allows me to spread my legs for him. I always thought that when I finally did this with a man, I would be nervous. But I’m not. I’m wrapped up in the thrill of the moment. It’s like the rest of the world doesn’t exist. All that’s left is us.My heart nearly stops when he unbuttons his jeans. I’ve never seen a man’s penis before, but when he pulls out his cock–thick and hard like a stron

I’m pretty sure I see her nod, but I can’t imagine the confusion and pain she’s feeling now. This is beyond awkward for both of us. I’m used to dealing with Roxy, though. She isn’t.When I turn back, I see Roxy smiling at us with a dark, calculating gaze, her red lips twisting into an amused smile. “I think I’ll get going now,” she says, hamming it up with an overload of phony sweetness.She turns and walks out, shaking her hips on the way like she used to do when we were together. I look away, just wanting her to get the fuck out of here, and when the door closes behind her, I take a deep breath and sit back down on the bed.I run my fingers through Tammy’s hair, but her body stiffens at my touch. When she rolls over to face me, I see a look in her eyes that I can’t quite read. So I lean in and press my lips to her forehead, praying she won’t pull away or just grab her clothes and get the hell out of here.Thankfully, she doesn’t move.In fact, I’m pretty sure I hear her take a deep,

My hand is trembling as I grab the bottle and pour him a glass.Why am I so nervous?“Thanks,” he says simply as I slide it across the bar to him, his eyes fixed on mine. Strong. Unwavering.I try to calm down, willing myself to breathe normally. But it’s not working. It’s nearly impossible when he’s right up on me like this, bringing back too many memories of last night…of this morning.“Busy tonight?” he asks, his tone low, almost like he’s teasing and already knows the answer. The glint in his eye causes a funny feeling to rise between my legs.“I’ve got some glasses to scrub,” I reply, unable to fully maintain eye contact. “Other than that? No.”Saxon’s lips twist into a devilish smile. “Good. Because tonight, I’m not letting you out of my sight.”His words send a thrill through me like I’ve been struck by a bolt of electricity. His tone is so strong, dominant and possessive, claiming me with nothing but a word and a look.He may be smirking, but I can tell he’s serious, and he ha

I lead Tammy to the wall of patches and show her ours: a bleeding red heart we all have stitched to our jackets. “This was the first one ever made,” I explain to her, pointing to a ratty piece of felt, roughly carved into a heart. “As you can see, they’ve gotten a lot better since then.”Tammy nods at the last one down the line. The one we all wear now. “I can see that.” She points to the rest of the collection below. “And these?”It feels impossible, but I actually almost blush at her question. This is the first real moment of our world’s colliding and showing their difference. “Patches from other gangs,” I explain. “If some guy steps out and gets his ass kicked, we strip his patch and hang it up as a trophy. A badge of honor, you might say.”I can tell by the look in Tammy’s eyes that she’s doing a lot of processing. She’s impressed but also timid. And why wouldn’t she be? This isn’t something she’s used to or has ever even been exposed to. After a moment, she turns and looks up at

After wetting his T-shirt with my tears, I manage to pull myself together and tell him everything. The whole story,sparing no details. When I’m finished, he lifts me into his arms and carries me over to the couch and sits, holding me in his lap.I feel so small. So tiny. So protected.But what will he think of me now? Was I right to reveal all this?“You did the right thing, Tammy,” he tells me, brushing my matted hair from my face. “Lots of people wouldn’t have had the guts to just pick up and leave like you did.”“Saxon…” My voice falters. I don’t even know what I’m about to say, but speaking his name is somehow comforting.“You were right,” he whispers, letting his lips brush against the lobe of my ear. “We have more in common than I thought.”I hear the vulnerability he’s allowed into his voice.I can trust him.Saxon’s fingers caress my neck, sending goosebumps all across my skin. His breath is warm against my cheeks as he leans in to kiss me. I close my eyes and open my lips, in