Rust: A Bad Boy Romance (Courage MC) by Kara Hart

you.”
    I could feel my cock inching against her thick, round ass. I ran my hand up her waist, stopping at her firm tits. With my other hand, I wrapped it around her neck. I placed my mouth against her ear and whispered, “You like it when a man is determined to win, don’t you?”
    She nodded, eyes closed and trembling against me.
    “It gets you wet to think I’ll bring justice to your family’s name. Doesn’t it, baby?”
    “Oh, fuck.” she moaned, practically begging me to fuck her right then and there.
    “You feel how hard I am right now?”
    “Yes, I need it inside me, Rust. I want you to pound me harder than you’ve ever pounded me before.”
    “I’m going to slam you into the wall, pull your fucking hair, and teach you what it is to be a boss.” I said, smiling. Truth was, I needed it just as bad as her.
    “More. I want you to be as rough as you can with me. I need to learn. I need you to teach me. Show me what it’s like to be a boss.”
    I could feel her wetness come through the back of her panties, as I reached my hand inside her jeans. I rubbed, moving my hand side to side, as I inserted two fingers. She gently placed her hand on my cock, lightly rubbing. I slid a third finger inside.
    “Damn, baby. You’re gonna make me cum just by doing this!” I exclaimed. It was true. I was so worked up and excited that I felt like I was going to explode at any moment.
    “Me too.” she purred, leaning her head back. I kissed and ran my tongue against her neck, devouring her. I wanted to fucking consume her, to make her mine. I don’t know what it was, but I needed her now. Like a primal desire, I was attached. Shit. I was attached.
    But right as we both were about to cum, gunshots rang out. Then more, an explosion. My ears rang and my vision slowed down. The fire sprinklers went off as an alarm rang throughout the building. “What the fuck?” I said, nearly throwing Jackie off of me, in an attempt to shield her from harm. “Stay down!” I yelled out, grabbing my gun.
    Smoke was everywhere. Bodies. There were bodies in the front of the room. People from my crew. People from her’s. I tried to cover her eyes, but it was too late. “Oh, God.” She cried. “Rust, what’re we going to do?”
    “Come on. We gotta move.” I said, picking her up and running to the downstairs emergency safe room.
    Whoever did this, whoever was responsible, would fucking pay. That much I knew.

Jackie
    I t was chaos . Pure and total chaos. I held onto Rust as he ran through the smoke and rubble. Screaming was everywhere. Death surrounded us. And the imminent threat of violence followed us wherever we went. He burst through the back doors, running down a set of stairs. At the bottom, he hurriedly punched in a code and slammed the door open. The exchange of terrifying gun fire could be heard upstairs.
    Gang war. Everything we had thought would happen had backfired right in front of us. At our own wedding celebration.
    “Rust.” I moaned, still in shock. “What's happening?”
    “Sit tight and stay quiet. I'll be back.” And with those words, he left me in the safe room alone.
    “Rust!” I yelled. Nothing. No response.
    I tried opening the door, but it was locked. All I could do was hope and pray. I grabbed my pistol and held it close to my heart.
    Upstairs I could hear shouting and screaming. Rust’s shouts, then screaming. Then gunfire. Silence. More shouting.
    And then I heard the footsteps coming closer.
    Closer.
    Closer.
    The knob of the door turned. I held my gun out in front of me, shaking against the wall. “Who's there?” I called out. There was no response. The door clicked open.
    “What the hell? Put that damn gun down!” That deep, smokey voice yelled.
    “Rust!” I yelled, dropping my gun. “Oh, God!” I fell to the floor, exhausted and wrecked.
    “Get up. We gotta get out of here.” he said, extending his hand.
    “Bruce. Is he okay ?” I asked him, eyes filled with tears. Everything had gone