Magnum: A Dark Knights MC/Dirty Angels MC Crossover

by Jeanne St. James

  “Ain’t always true. Got some brothers with the tiniest fuckin’ dicks. Sucks to be them.”

  She wasn’t sure if she wanted to know how or why he knew that. “Well then, it does not suck to be me.”

  “Let me know after.”

  She chewed on her bottom lip as her gaze slid back to the box where he was ripping it open. Not neatly, either. “It’s only a ten-count,” she whispered.

  His fingers stilled and his dark eyes shot to her. “Plan on not goin’ to anymore activities durin’ your retreat?”

  She hmm’d. “Depends...”

  “Fuck, woman.”

  “Speaking of fuck... you need to take those fuckin’ jeans off.”

  His grin made her heart thump a little faster. Every grin or smile he shot her way made her fall a little deeper.

  Every damn one.

  They were rare. So every one of them was precious.

  “I want to see you smiling at me when you’re naked.” Her words caught in her throat and they also made that grin flatten out and his eyes turn dark and heated.

  “Caitie...”

  The hesitation in her name was clear.

  Oh shit.

  She hurried to the edge of the bed and onto her knees, her skirt bellowing around her as she pressed her finger to his dark luscious lips. “Don’t you fucking dare let anyone else into this room. Don’t. You. Dare.” She couldn’t hide the tremble now in her voice.

  She never wanted anyone as much as she wanted Magnum right now. He was

  not going to screw it up. She refused to let either of them screw it up.

  “Magnum. I want to see you.” Not heeding his earlier order, she ripped her shirt over her head and threw it onto the floor at his feet. “I want you to see me, too.” In person, in real life. Not only from in that damn video.

  He said nothing, did nothing. Only stared at her as she unhooked her bra and threw that, too.

  She cupped her aching breasts for just a moment, sweeping her thumbs over both hard nipples, then she moved her hands down to her waist, hooked her fingers into the elastic waistband of her skirt and shimmied out of it. She dropped to her ass on the mattress, ripped it over her feet and tossed that next.

  As she reached for her panties, a guttural noise came from deep within his throat, making everything clench on and in her, making her even more impatient.

  His chest was heaving and his eyes searing her everywhere they touched. But he still hadn’t moved.

  He was frozen in place and she needed him to move.

  She wanted to erase that horrible video which replayed when she least expected it inside her mind and replace it with something good. Something great.

  She wanted that power back she spoke of. That man, whoever he was, tried to steal it from her and it was time to take it back.

  It was hers and now she wanted to share it with the man who was finally, finally, shoving his jeans over his hips and down his massive thighs. She licked her lips as he took his cock in his hand, sliding his fist back and forth over the hard, thick length. With each stroke, his thumb swept over the crown.

  “Caitie.”

  Again, doubt colored her name, so she scrambled to rip her panties down her legs and over her feet. But she didn’t throw them.

  Instead, she lifted them, showing him how soaked they were. Her throat convulsed and she swallowed hard so she could say, “You did that to me, Magnum. You.”

  His throat worked and, again, nothing but a mix of air and a groan escaped his now parted lips. And his reaction to her somehow made her want him even more. She didn’t think that was possible.

  She held out her hand to him, the one with her panties and whispered, “Please.” She wasn’t above begging. They couldn’t get this far and not continue. It would be pure torture and a huge disappointment.

  He snagged the panties off her fingers and did something that made her thighs quiver and her breath shudder. He pressed them to his nose and inhaled, his eyelids heavy, the fist wrapped around his cock moving even faster.

  His whole body jerked as if someone had pushed his start button, and the panties dropped from his fingers and he focused on her.

  Suddenly the look in his eyes became almost feral. Dangerous.

  Determined.

  Not one ounce of doubt.

  A shock of lightning shot through her and goosebumps broke out over her body as he put one knee on the bed, making it dip.

  Then everything happened quickly, making her heart skip, then race like a runaway horse.

  His big hand fisted her hair as he took her mouth, only breaking the kiss as he yanked her head back, his lips moving from hers, down her throat, over her collarbone and to her nipple.

  His lips wrapped around it and sucked it so hard she whimpered. Her fingers curled around the back of his neck, her other hand grabbing his shoulder for balance, her nails digging into his flesh.

  His deep, guttural groan vibrated around her peaked nipple, his other hand clenching her hair even tighter.

  Oh. My. Fucking. God.

  She might come from what his tongue and mouth were doing to her nipples alone.

  “Don’t hold back,” she urged.

  His teeth scraped the very tip before sucking it even harder. To the point of almost pain. Almost but not quite. No, it was perfect.

  She wobbled. With what he was doing, which was now sweeping his wide hand down her belly getting closer to where she really wanted him, it was going to be impossible to remain on her knees much longer.

  “Whatever you want to do to me, do it. Please.”

  He lifted his head, took her mouth hard one more time and then pulled back until they were almost nose to nose and in a low, gruff voice said, “Everything.”

  Unable to control her breath, she could barely whisper her demand. “Then do it.”

  The little air she had left in her lungs escaped when, with a palm to her chest, he pushed her, and she fell backwards to the mattress. Then before she could catch her breath, his hands captured her ankles and pulled her ass to the edge of the bed. He slipped off the bed and to his knees, placing her feet on his broad shoulders and spreading her thighs wide with his fingers.

  “Fuck, baby,” he said softly, his smooth, dark head a startling contrast between her barely-tan thighs.

  “Everything. Give me everything.”

  His dark brown eyes tipped up to her. “Can’t give you everything, Caitie. But can give you me.”

  And to her, that was everything.

  He leaned in, her knees dropped outward, and his mouth found her.

  He was gentle and he wasn’t.

  He was thorough and he teased.

  He knew exactly how to draw an orgasm from her with just his mouth.

  He did it again adding his fingers.

  When it got to the point she almost begged him to stop since the orgasms were so intense that she’d been reduced to a quivering mess, he surged to his feet and snagged a condom off the nightstand. Ripping the wrapper open and rolling it on.

  And not once had his eyes left her.

  Not once.

  Almost as if he thought she wasn’t real and if he looked away, she might not be there when he looked back.

  But she was real. He was real.

  And she wasn’t going anywhere.

  “Gonna take you while you’re on your knees at the edge of the bed. But not this time. Need to see your face when I’m inside you the first time.”

  The first time.

  She raised a hand and he grabbed it, their fingers lacing together. She offered her other one, and they did the same. Using their clasped hands, he slid her up until she was back to being completely on the bed and he followed her until his knees were between hers and their joined hands were pressed into the mattress on both sides of her head.

  He leaned down, capturing her lips, dragging his tongue through her mouth, his cock pressing against her thigh.

  “Baby?” he whispered against her lips.

 
“Before you ask it, the answer is yes.”

  Using his knees, he spread her thighs wider, his cock sliding up her thigh, getting closer until she felt the tip pressing against her sensitive flesh. But it wasn’t where it needed to be.

  She untangled her right hand from his, reaching between them and lining him up. But he hesitated.

  “Please,” she breathed as he buried his face in her neck, his hot breath sweeping over her throat.

  She continued to hold him there, until finally the tip parted her slick lips. She released him and he immediately interlocked their fingers together again.

  Then he lifted his face from her neck, stared right into her eyes, and slowly, ever so slowly took her.

  Magnum closed his eyes, but only for a second. Only long enough for him to gather himself. To get his shit together.

  Because the second he slid inside Cait, he almost lost it.

  Being inside her shouldn’t be any different than any other woman he’d ever been with.

  But, fuck him, it was.

  She said it would just be sex.

  This was proof it wasn’t.

  Her tight, wet pussy pulsed around him, making it even harder for him to think. To breathe. To remember what a bad idea this all fucking was.

  Because right now, thinking and breathing weren’t important. The thought of dying, the fear of war, had temporarily disappeared.

  And all that mattered at that fucking moment, and for those next moments, was Caitie.

  When he couldn’t go any deeper, he stilled and asked, “Okay?”

  And that was when a tear slipped from the corner of her eye and her lips trembled as she smiled. “Yes.”

  “Baby,” he breathed.

  “I’m good. Don’t stop.”

  Thank fuck.

  Because if she wanted him to stop, he would, but it would rip him apart. Because right now, being deep inside her, being a part of her, being connected with her...

  After years of wanting her. Of thinking he’d never have her.

  That he couldn’t have her.

  All those years... All that waiting...

  It was worth every goddamn second.

  This had nothing to do with sex. It had everything to do with Cait. It had everything to do with the shit he’d kept buried deep inside him.

  It had everything to do with his fight to keep it there.

  He knew this would be a mistake. And he knew it still was.

  Not because of the shit that would be stirred, the issues that would arise.

  But because she now owned his soul.

  He couldn’t give her everything, but he could give her him.

  And he did.

  Kissing away the first tear and then the second, he began to move. Slowly. Gently. Taking his time, making sure she was okay, making sure not to hurt her in any fucking way.

  He watched her face for any sign of a change. Good. Bad. Anything.

  But it was all good. And only got better.

  Even though her eyelids got heavy and her sight became unfocused, their gazes remained locked. He didn’t want to miss even the slightest change.

  Her expression went slack and her lips opened as the smallest sounds escaped her. But those little sounds made the biggest impact on him.

  Her hips began to surge to meet his as he drove himself to the hilt each and every time.

  She welcomed him, encouraged him, her wet heat pulled at him. Her hips rose higher and faster, almost frantic, and he knew if he matched her pace, he wouldn’t last, so he tried to slow her down.

  He ignored her noise of complaint and paced himself with long, steady thrusts. Because he couldn’t blow his load before she came. He wanted her to explode around him. He needed to feel it.

  He was desperate to feel it.

  “I want to let go.”

  He loosened his fingers. “Then let go.”

  She disconnected their hands and her nails scraped down his back all the way to his ass and she grabbed the cheeks, digging her nails in, squeezing them, trying to pull him even deeper.

  He could go no deeper.

  But he understood what she needed. Because he needed it, too.

  To be connected so deeply that they wouldn’t know where one began and the other ended. To be connected body and soul.

  He never had that with anyone. Never thought it was possible.

  But, for fuck’s sake, it was.

  And it was with someone so wrong for him in so many ways.

  One hand released his ass and grabbed his face firmly, forcing him to open his eyes, which he wasn’t even aware he’d closed.

  “Hey,” she breathed. “Don’t hide those beautiful eyes.”

  His nostrils flared as something so intense stirred inside him. “Maybe your beauty is blindin’.”

  Everything shook around him as she silently laughed, and her pussy clenched him tight. Her lips curved up and her eyes crinkled at the corners. “You already got in my pants, no need for compliments.”

  “Baby, you’re worth every compliment I give you.”

  That smile faltered and he was worried she’d start crying again. And every fallen tear shredded him. So, he needed to avoid that.

  With one hand planted on the bed to hold his weight, he dipped his head, took her mouth and shoved one arm under her hips to tilt them.

  And then he drove home.

  Over and over until her legs were squeezing his hips, her groans muffled in his mouth, her fingernails tearing at his skin.

  He felt it coming, building, sweeping through her.

  Her head jerked back, breaking their kiss, as she let out a wail as every part of her body tensed, then let go.

  The climax that exploded around him broke his concentration, broke his will, broke everything inside of him until he, too, had to let go.

  The ache became intense, his balls pulled tight and with a grunt he powered deep one more time and came, imagining he wasn’t wearing a goddamn wrap. Imagining his cum filling her. Imagining leaving a piece of him inside her.

  He buried his face into her neck and breathed as his dick throbbed and his balls emptied. And Cait stayed wrapped around him, her breathing as hitched as his.

  Warm fingers curled around the back of his head, her other hand sliding slowly up his back.

  And they just remained.

  Together. Connected. Sated. Satisfied.

  He didn’t want to move. He didn’t want to let her go.

  He couldn’t let her go.

  He just didn’t know what to do about it.

  Chapter Ten

  Magnum closed the door behind her, making sure it was locked. As Cait turned to head down the hallway toward the stairs, the couple in the next room stepped out, took a look at them, and averted their eyes as they hurried away.

  Oh shit.

  She grabbed Magnum’s arm and whispered in horror, “Holy crap, were we that loud?”

  “Nope. We weren’t. You were.”

  Heat rose into her cheeks. “I work with him.”

  “Yeah.”

  “He heard me having sex.”

  “Yeah.”

  Yeah?

  YEAH?

  “We’re going to have to be more quiet.”

  He only grunted, but grinned, tucking his hand under her hair and grabbing her gently by the neck to steer her toward the stairs.

  “We just eatin’ this mornin’ or we sufferin’ through some other bullshit?”

  She wrapped her arm around his middle, though it was too wide to encircle it completely. “If you only want to eat, we can just head back to the room.”

  He raised a dark eyebrow. “Need to get info, Caitie. Need to find out if the youngest Gallo was the one.”

  The one. “That’s right. That’s why you’re here.” She waited for him to dispute that, but he didn’t. “Well, sorry to tell you but this morning’s agenda includes a motivational speaker while we stuff our faces.”

  “Great,” he grumbled.

  “But m
aybe you’ll get something out of it.”

  “Right.”

  “The topic is how to manage difficult people. You might need that soon. If you want, I can grab you a notebook and pen to take notes.”

  “Goddamn smartass,” he griped as he steered her into the main restaurant.

  What surprised her was when he directed her to the front of the room by the podium. To the very table where all three Gallo siblings were seated, sipping coffee and chatting.

  She put on the brakes. “Mag—Malcolm.”

  “Gotta spend time with those fuckers if I’m gonna find out any shit.”

  She turned her eyes up to him. “We got distracted last night so I forgot to mention it, but while on the dance floor, Hank asked me if I was okay. He was concerned about you. He was worried you have a temper and was taking it out on me.”

  “Fuck. That why he was whisperin’ in your fuckin’ ear?”

  “Yes. Now I’m worried he’s going to mention you... us to Paul.”

  “Fuck.”

  And if it got back to Paul, he would tell her mother and then who knew what the hell would happen. Her mother was never rational when it came to Cait being involved with her father and the MC. And Magnum was a part of that life. That was his life. “I’m twenty-five years old. I’m not a damn child,” she spouted in frustration.

  “Caitie,” he murmured, giving her neck a squeeze. “Can’t fault the man for carin’. If someone thought my daughter’s man was abusin’ her, I’d wanna fuckin’ know. And then I’d deal with it.”

  And then I’d deal with it.

  Cait’s heart skipped a beat. “Do you have a daughter?”

  His eyes dropped from their destination to her. “Hungry. Let’s grab a seat an’ get grub.”

  “Why can’t you answer that? It’s a simple yes or no.”

  “Answer ain’t simple. Later.” He jerked his chin toward an open chair at the table where Drew and Nate sat with their sister, Natalie.

  She sighed but glued on a smile as they stepped up to the table and greeted everyone. Magnum pulled out a chair and helped her settle in it, before taking the seat closer to Nate, after shaking the men’s hands. Though, she could see he was fighting a grimace when he did so.

  While they ate, he did nothing but have conversation with all three Gallos, which surprised the shit out of Cait.