Malice's Soul by E.C. Land (urban books to read .TXT) 📕

usually go out in because we have the kids with us, but rather his bike. I’ve never been on the back of his bike.

Stopping at the side of his bike, Malice opens one of his saddlebags and pulls something out. “Normally, I’d tell you to put a pair of jeans on when you’re riding with me on the bike. However, today, I’m making an exception, considering the dress will make quick work of getting you out of it when it’s time. But before we go, I wanna give you two things, one being this,” he murmurs, holding up the thing he pulled out of the saddlebag.

My chest tightens as I realize what it is. “Mattox,” I whisper, tears welling in my eyes at the sight of the property cut with my name on it. He turns it around and I give him a bright smile as I read the words on the back. “Property of Malice.”

“You my ol’ lady?” he asks gently.

“Yes,” I utter quietly.

“Then you wear this,” he declares and helps me put it on. Once it’s on, Malice pulls me in and holds me to him. “I’m looking forward to fuckin’ you with only you wearing my cut.”

I rub my thighs together at the visual that pops into my head.

“Now for the second thing I wanna give you so we can get out of here and get on with our plans,” he states, releasing me to lift a helmet off the handlebars of his bike. “You don’t go anywhere with me without wearing this.”

Taking the helmet, I look at the artwork he’d had done to it. It has a beautiful design of swirls integrated with my name and the club’s logo. “It’s beautiful.”

“No, Dewdrop, you’re beautiful this is just a pretty helmet that will keep you safe,” he mutters, pulling me to him. He helps me put the helmet on and then the two of us climb on the back of his bike. I make sure my dress is tucked in enough to keep it from flying up.

Malice starts his motorcycle as I wrap my arms around his waist.

Lifting the kickstand, he backs out of his spot amongst the other bikes and hits the throttle taking us on my very first ride with him.

Chapter Fifteen

Malice

Leaving the doctor’s office, I pull out my phone and shoot a text to the prospect telling him to drop off what I’d given him at the location I’d given him. I’d planned a massive surprise for my ol’ lady.

The doctor cleared her as we knew would happen, and now, I’m taking her out for the surprise of her life. She doesn’t think I’ve heard the little whispers of those slobber-crawlers at the clubhouse. I know those words are getting to her where those jealous bitches are putting her down. There’s nothing wrong with Willow. Not one thing. I love every bit of her.

Her body is perfect with its markings from her carrying three kids and the incision from her C-section. The fact that she has a little bit of extra weight on her is good considering the woman was thin as hell before I’d knocked her up. The way she looks today to me is far more beautiful than the first time I saw her. Even if the first time I saw her is burned into my brain. I’ll always remember seeing her behind the counter at Rise-N-Shine Coffee and smiling brightly at the customers. Our eyes connected that day and I’d been a goner for her.

Too bad I’d been an idiot in how I’ve treated her over the time since then. I can just be grateful for her not giving up on me.

Then again, if she tried, I’d have had to change her mind.

The ride out to the lake is far too short yet way too long, considering I’m dying to sink in between those thighs of my ol’ lady and feast on her pussy before fuckin’ the hell out of her.

I pull up at the lake and push the kickstand down. The lake is on club property but far enough away from any sort of prying eyes, considering it’s on private property. Shutting the bike off, I help Willow climb off the back. I remove my helmet and take Willow’s from her as she pulls hers from her head. Placing the helmets on the seat of my bike, I grasp her hand and pull her out toward the spot I told the prospect to put the stuff.

Normally, I wouldn’t do shit like this, but I gotta make up for her first time.

“What is all this?” Willow asks when we stop. Releasing her hand, I kneel down and pick up the blanket.

“It’s a picnic, Dewdrop,” I say, tilting my head to look at her. Standing back up, I open the blanket and spread it out for the two of us. With the blanket in place, I take a seat and pull her down onto my lap.

Willow’s mouth comes to mine before more words can be said between the two of us. Twisting in my arms, she straddles my lap and deepens the kiss that causes my cock to stir to life.

Running my hands along her sides, I move further until I’ve got my fingers wrapped within the strands of her hair. Willow moans into my mouth, spurring me on as the heat of her pussy seeps through the barrier between us.

Fuck.

I wanna take my time with her. Releasing her hair, I slide the cut I’d given her off her shoulders and place it on the blanket next to us. With that out of the way, I snag the hem of her dress and pull it off her, leaving her clad in only her strapless bra and panties.

Flipping us, I break our kiss and move to place kisses along her jaw, down her neck. I unclasp her bra by the time I get to her nipples. I flick one with my tongue, swirling my tongue around her nipple, being