Princess screamed as I slammed home without hesitation. Her walls convulsed around me as she stretched to take me in. I may not be the longest horse, but I was for sure one of the thickest. When Dylan pushed back against me, I hesitated one last second until she begged, “More.” Ever-so-slowly I pulled out of her. Her needy pussy clamped down on me trying to tug me back in. I slammed home again, earning another scream from her. I loved that she was loud! Again and again I took the slow way out before drilling back into her with reckless abandon. When Dylan’s screams turned to incoherent begging, my thrusts turned erratic as I felt her spasm around me. I plowed into her one final time as I shouted my own release.
My knees grew weak as I came down from the highest high I had ever experienced. I could barely stand as my cock began to soften inside of her. I looped my arm around her waist as I pulled out of her. Sure enough! Dylan’s pussy continued to act as a vice around me trying to delay my exit. My cock began to throb again at her greediness. A pop sounded as I pulled free. Turning her towards me, I lifted her up as her legs automatically went around my waist as I sank to the wooden floor. My hand cupped the back of her head as I guided her lips to mine. A sigh sounded from my princess as her lips parted accepting my tongue as I deepened the kiss.
Lazily I played with her mouth enjoying this lucid female in my arms a little too much. My tongue continued to explore her mouth as the other hand roamed down the front of her lush body, until I came to that small strip of hair above my new favorite place in the world. One finger ran through her folds, feeling the thick residue of us mixed together.
“I want to feel your cum soaked, swollen pussy walls,” I said against her lips. A smile spread across my face at her gasp. “That’s right Princess,” I murmured. “I came inside of you. Now you really are mine.” She shook her head trying to deny my claim. “Think another brother, hell another man, wants to taste me when he kisses your pretty pussy lips. Hell no,” I exclaimed. “My bareback cock and my cum mixed with your honeyed sweetness, dripping from your luscious, pink center make you MINE.”
“I am no one’s,” she replied back, struggling to stand up. “I will never belong to anyone.”
“That’s where you are wrong,” I growled through clenched teeth. “You are MINE.”
“What-the-fuck-ever,” she seethed as I let her scramble up and off my lap. I decided in that moment an angry, naked Dylan was the sexiest damn thing I ever saw.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Dylan
This time when I rushed into the bathroom I stayed there. That man drove me insane. He was so damn sure of this thing between us. All that MINE talk was driving me insane. Sam had done the same thing when we had slept together and it got even worse when he became a Night Demon. Always wanted me to commit to something that I did not want. And now Knox was trying to do the same thing.
But this time my heart wanted a say in the matter. Although my mind raged against the idea of ever belonging to any man, my heart saw the merit in accepting Knox’s claim to be his. To give complete control of my heart and body to him. My body was on board and my heart was getting there, but my mind still wanted me gone from this place and this life.
What was I going to do?
Knox
I stormed out of the room, hating yet another rejection from that fucking woman. My ego could only take so much and I was one “no” away from fucking this up. Last night was a perfect example of how easy it would be to fall into someone else’s bed. Although I would never touch Tricia with a ten-foot pole she made it quite obvious as she was dry humping Trigger that she would be down with taking the both of us. Even with the sweet release I found with Dylan it was not enough. I needed more. But was she willing to give it to me?
I made my way downstairs and plopped down at the foot of the stairs trying to get my head on straight. There was no escape with Dylan living in my room. Maybe I should seek other accommodations for her? NO! I did not want that.
“It’s only been a week brother.” Prez’s voice carried over the noise. I looked to see him standing in his doorway with a snifter, taking stock of everyone in the room around him.
“What do you mean?”
“You need to have patience with my daughter. Life has thrown her a lot of shit recently and we, this club, just keep adding to it.” Patience was the other thing I lacked these days.
“Nah, Prez,” I disagreed. “She is too damn stubborn. She wants out,” I confessed. Just thinking about earlier and how we left things pissed me off. Why was she so damn stubborn?
Prez came to lean on the railing of the steps. “She looks just like her mother. God, Becky was drop dead gorgeous. All raven hair and big lips. I was a goner for that body. Lord was I stupid when it came to that woman. She was just another vice to a man who had many. I never saw the signs. She just wanted power and money. Becky thought I could give her both so she sank her fangs into me. Got pregnant with Colton and became my old lady. Even after Colton was born I still never saw the greed she carried like a second skin. She was always looking for the next big thing. She found it one day with the Night Demons President. He was so gone for her that he attacked here because she said I hit her. Which never happened. We struck back pretty hard, which led to Tank losing his mother and sister. In the end they lost their President and a few others that were in on what happened. She fled in the middle of the night, leaving behind Colton.” He paused, making eye contact with me. “I thought it was for the best. We were never married in a court of law, so I washed my hands of her and all the mess she made. If I had known there was another child I would have searched to the ends of the world to find her.” His eyes full of regret and pain for the way things happened.
“She needs to hear this from you.” I could not be the only one who wanted her to stay, but the others needed to make an effort as well.
“You’re right,” was all Prez said as he gave me a sad smile and turned back into this office.
“Fuck,” I said under my breath as I ran a hand through my hair. “I need a fucking beer.” I made my way over to the bar, with Rabbit handing me a cold one. Colton and Tank came over and flanked me on either side.
“Everything all right?” Tank asked. Damn! I must look bad if Tank thought enough to ask.
“I don’t know,” I sighed. My head dropped into my hands.
“Hey Ax.” Colton called the prospect over. “Go in and make Dylan a plate of food and take it up to her.”
“You gotcha VP.”
“From the way you look right now brother, I am sure Dylan feels the same way so I thought maybe she would not want to come down for dinner.”
“Thanks brother.”
“Hey, I care about her too. Tell me what’s going on.”
“She wants to leave.” Each time I said it I felt better that someone else knew, but felt worse because it made it that much more true.
“She’s not going anywhere,” Tank chimed in.
“How do you know?” I asked, truly puzzled to why Tank thought that.
“Cuz’ Prez said she ain’t, so she ain’t.” Tank was so matter-of-fact.
“Yeah, but I am talking the long run.” I looked to Tank knowing he was not done.
“Well do something about it,” Tank challenged. I hate always being right!
“Oh. Mr. Brooding Son-of-a-Bitch is going to tell me I have to do something about it,” I joked.
“Fuck,” he paused. “I did. And look what it got me. My own personal Sunshine. So I suggest you stop with the “me or the club” bullshit . . .”
“How did you know?” I interrupted Tank.
“Because you are 100 percent the club and I could see you throwing that ultimatum at her on the first day you found her.”
“And you don’t think she should pick the club? Hell her blood made this club.”
“I think she needs a reason to pick the club. Look what the Hellhounds did to her.” Colton finally joined the conversation. “She needs something or someone to show her that this
is different. That we are different. I am working my brotherly angle. You need to work your sexy ass angle.” Tank barked out a laugh and Colton and I followed.
“Your pop said she needs time.”
“She probably needs that too, but unfortunately we are running out of that considering this ends in a week,” Colton pointed out.
“Touché, my brother. Touché.”
“Colton. Knox. Cellar NOW!” bellowed Prez as he stormed from his office and out the front door.
“Rabbit stay,” Colton commanded. “Gunner, leave the brothers on the gate and grab four more for parameter check, then post them on each of the doors. Come find me when you’re done.”
“Done,” he replied as he ran off.
“What the fuck is going on?” I asked as I stood with Tank and Colton as brothers cleared out of our way. Ax came out of the kitchen carrying Dylan’s food.
“That visitor wasn’t a visitor at all. And we caught the bastard,” informed Wesson.
“What do you need from me?” asked Ax.
“Take that to Dylan and then be in here with Rabbit,” commanded Colton.
“Yes sir.”
With that I followed Wesson and Colton out in the eerily quiet evening, and down into the dank cellar where men were taken to scream their secrets into the night.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Dylan
I quickly showered and was drying off when a knock sounded. If Knox knew what was good for him he would give me more time. But when was the last time Knox knocked?
“Just a second,” I yelled. Throwing on a pair of jean cut-offs and a tank top, I opened the door. A gasp of surprise left me when I saw who was at the door.
Holy shit! Max stood in my doorway.
“Max,” I whispered as I pulled him into the room. I stuck my head out and looked up and down the hallway to find it empty. “What are you doing here?” I looked him over and saw the cut with Prospect on his chest. “You’re a fucking PROSPECT for the Soul Reapers? Does Sam know?”
“It was our idea,” he said. “And it’s Ax now.”
“What the . . . How the . . . What the fuck is going on?” I paced back and forth in the room trying to take in something else that was crazy and insane.
“Listen I don’t have much time. I need to get back to the bar.”
“What? What bar? What are you talking about?”
“I will be missed if I am up here too long,” he said. “Please just sit down and listen for two minutes.”
“I can’t sit,” was all I said as I gestured for him to start. He nodded in agreement as he cracked his knuckles like he always did when he was serious.
“Ok. To make a long story short. Your mom used to bang Lucifer’s dad.” He held his hands up in surrender at my gasp. “I know and she did it while she was still with Wesson. All hell broke loose and your mom disappeared. No one could find her. Sam’s dad was a Night Demons’ nomad. He had no idea who your mom was when he and Sam moved in between our houses when we were in middle school. Right before Sam’s dad died he encouraged Sam to join the Night Demons and carry on the family legacy. So he did, wanting to please that bastard. I mean we always heard about the Night Demons MC two towns over. Hell you worked in their favorite bar. Anyway, one day Lucifer said they were looking for a Becky Price. The name didn’t ring any bells so Sam never made a connection with you . . . until one day when Lucifer had a picture of this Becky when she was younger. And hot damn it was like looking at you. Sam freaked out and came to me for help. I was already a prospect and wasn’t sure if I could but I told him I would keep an eye and ear out. But nobody here ever mentioned you.”
“Why didn’t Sam just tell me?” It was so much to take in.
“Because he did everything in his power to protect you.”
“Why?” I did not get it.
“Why?” His laugh held no humor. “Because Dill, he is madly in love with you.”
What? “What? No way. Sam is with Meredith.”
“Only because you don’t want him and she desperately does.”
“I don’t . . .” But I did. It was always there just under the surface of our friendship. I tried to ignore it for so long. All the “mine” talk and wanting more, but I thought he had accepted what I offered him - friendship. “I can’t deal with this right now.” My pacing grew faster as I raked my hands through my hair.
“I know. Just let me finish my story.” I stopped pacing and looked at Max . . . Ax. “Sam told me what he could. Lucifer was going to use Becky . . . well Rebecca to get an in with the Soul Reapers. Sam had no idea you were related to the President. And we were both afraid that Rebecca would offer you up instead. So Sam led the search for her to keep the club away from you.”
“Why didn’t you guys just tell me?”
“Sam thought it was too dangerous, yet here we are. He didn’t know that Lucifer had connected the dots with you.” I could not believe this.
“Lucifer came to me and said that the Night Demons would go after my mom, Sam and you if I did not go with the Hellhounds and be used as bait for the Soul Reapers. Once I was in I would be given access to a phone Lucifer would call on to get all the details of the layout and people and guards. Yet I have barely been out of this room.”
“I know. Knox has kept access to you pretty limited. There is a leak within this club. Someone working with the Hellhounds, who is probably the one who will give you what you need. I have no idea if the leak knows that the Hellhounds are working with the Night Demons. You need to tell Knox or Colton what is happening.”
“Why can’t you?”
“Well for starters they would probably kill me for being the leak, but they can’t know I know anyone from the Night Demons. There is some bad blood among those two clubs for shit I don’t even understand. They have a long history of violence against each other. You are just another in a long line of shit. Plus, I want to become a brother of this club. I am only helping Sam, not the Night Demons. I know Knox was charged with watching over you from Prez.”
“Wait! What?” Did he just say I was a job to Knox?
“Yeah. Prez wanted someone to watch over you. I don’t know all the details I just know that Knox got the job.”
“How do you know this?”
“Trigger was mouthing off about having to switch places with him when we attack the Hellhounds’ camp after drinking too much last night.” Holy Shit! Was he pressuring me to stay because it was his job or because he wanted me to?
“Listen,” Ax said pulling me back to our conversation.
“Hold on.” My mind was spinning. “It was you in the safe house who came in and talked to me?”
“Yeah. I wanted to say who I was, but was afraid you would say something that might get us both in trouble.”
“There is so much going on. The Hellhounds said things to me that I still don’t understand.”
“We don’t have time for more right now. I need to go and so do you.”
“Go where? Why?”
“Well that is the second thing I was coming to tell you.”
“What?”
“We have Sam.”
Knox
WHACK
WHACK
The sound of my fists connecting with flesh was the only sound in the room.
“OOF!” A face shot. Followed by a gut shot. He hissed in pain.
The sound of Whistler’s voice stopped my next punch in mid-air. “So why don’t you tell me why you are in Camden City.”
Silence.
“We could do this all night boy,” Whistler added. “Or you could make this easy on yourself and just tell us a few basic things. Who are you? Why are you here?” Another dramatic pause. “We don’t want to have to take a crowbar to your bike. A man’s ride is his life, and we can end that just like we can end you.”
Silence. A head nod from Whistler to me.
WHACK
WHACK
A knock on the door paused the beating as Gunner joined us giving us the a
ll clear sign. I opened and closed my fists. They burned like a mother fucker, but there was no way I was giving this up until we had answers.
“Did you come alone?” I paused my assault waiting to see if he would answer Whistler.
“Yes.” It was barely a sound, but at least we were starting to get somewhere.
“Why?”
“Dylan.” Her name on his lips had me tagging him twice more before Tank could pull me off of him. No one was going to hurt her ever again, especially not this asshole.
“Tell us why you want Dylan,” Colton demanded as he stood between me and the dead man.
Our captive spit a mouthful of blood on the floor as he struggled to sit up straight in the chair he was tied to. “She is everything to me and I could not let her be used anymore.”
“No one is using her here.” Wesson’s calm voice rang throughout the room.
“Someone is,” was all he said.
“Tell us what you know NOW,” thundered Whistler.
“I know that you got a leak in this club. I know that you cannot protect Dylan. And I know that all hell is about to rain down on this fucking club.” Another head nod from Whistler.
WHACK
Who the fuck did this guy think he was? He came into our town to spew this shit like its public knowledge.
WHACK
His head hung off his neck as his breath wheezed in and out of his body.
Colton tapped me on the shoulder and replaced my body with his in front of our captive. “Did you know Dylan had family in this club?” A head shake. “How did you know she was here?”
“They’re gonna kill me.”
“How?” growled Colton.
“A picture,” he coughed. Colton was about to hit him again when he continued. “He had a picture of a woman who looked just like Dylan. I put the pieces together and tried to cover it up.”
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