“And?” Colton presssed.
“And it didn’t work dip shit.”
WHACK
Colton jabbed him square in the gut.
“Who had the picture asshole?” Colton clenched and unclenched his fists that lay at his side ready to strike at any moment.
“My club president.”
“I am FUCKING losing my patience,” Colton bellowed in his face.
“The Night Demons.” A moment of silence and then POW as Colton punched the son-of-a-bitch knocking the chair over.
“I’m gonna fucking kill ‘em,” roared Colton as he turned to face me with murder in his eyes.
Not if I get to them first brother!
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Knox
We turned to leave, with Colton leading the charge when the cellar door burst open and Dylan came running in.
“How the fuck?” Colton roared as he met her halfway into the room. He bent over taking her in a fireman’s hold.
“Owww! You’re hurting me,” she yelled. Immediately all hell broke loose as Sam started howling about not hurting her, struggling in his fallen position. Wesson demanded that Colton put her down, while Colton was trying to get her back on her feet as he checked her over. I raced over to them, pushing my VP aside so I could get a good look at her myself. Once I knew she was alright, I pulled her into my arms.
“Princess,” I whispered, relieved that it was nothing serious.
“Get your fucking hands off of me.” I heard her say into my chest. What?
“Knox, step aside.” The tone of Prez’s voice left no room for argument. I stepped aside as he took my place in front of her. “It’s time for us to have a little talk.” He gestured from her to him.
“I need to see him,” she said through clenched teeth. So she did know our captive.
“Not gonna happen,” Colton seethed.
“Oh yes it is.”
“I don’t think . . .” Wesson started, but Dylan interrupted his objection.
“Please!” The pleading tone of her voice pulled every protective instinct within me to the surface. I took a step towards them wanting to get between her and anything that wanted to hurt her.
“Why should I give you what you want?” Wesson asked. “It seems to me that you haven’t been completely honest with us.”
“I’ll . . . I’ll tell you everything if you let me talk with him first.”
“Fine. You have two minutes,” Wesson instructed. Dylan stepped around him as all eyes stayed on her as she made her way over to our captive. Whistler was setting him back up as she approached them.
“Why Samael?” she asked. So his name was Samael.
He continued to look her over, when he said, “You look different.”
“Everything is different.” Her answer could not be more true after the revelation that Dylan was a part of all of this.
“Tell me,” she demanded.
After a long pause, Samuel answered. “I don’t know.”
“You could have told me. I needed to know this. Did you think Lucifer would just let it go? He always gets what he wants and he wanted a way into this club.”
“I thought if I led the search for your god-awful mother that it would get him off your trail, but I was wrong.”
“You’re damn right you were wrong. He came into that bar at least two times a week, you don’t think he would eventually see the resemblance and put it together. You are lucky you are still alive.”
“I haven’t been back since you were handed over.”
“Oh God Sam! They’re gonna kill you.” A head nod confirmed he already knew that. “What are you going to do?”
“I don’t know,” he answered solemnly.
“You are just full of answers.” Her response earned a small smile from Samael, pissing me off that she could joke with him after everything.
“Did you know they were my family?”
“I am your family. Max is your family. Not them,” he teamed.
“Shut the fuck up asshole. You don’t know shit,” raged Colton. His outburst did not stop Dylan’s questions.
“Do you know how Lucifer is supposed to get in touch with me?” The slightest head shake told us that Samael was as clueless as we were. “Well as far as I am concerned the deal is broken,” Dylan said. We all looked at each other trying to figure out what she was talking about. “And quite frankly, so are we.”
“Don’t say that. Please,” he croaked as his eyes filled with tears. The first emotion we had seen from him this entire time.
“What deal?” Prez interjected, pulling all eyes to him.
“Lucifer, the Night . . .,” she started.
“We know who he is,” Whistler cut in.
“Well he threatened me. He said he would go after my . . . our mother, my friends if I didn’t go with the Hellhounds and act as bait for you.” She pointed to all of us. “I really don’t think Lucifer knew that the Hellhounds would do what they did. At least I would like to believe that or maybe he just didn’t care.” Her head dropped down as her voice broke on the last word. I went to go to her, but Colton’s hand on my arm stopped me.
“The deal was for me to get in here and tell them about this place, about your club, your numbers, so that the Night Demons could hurt you, in exchange for a “girl” for the Hellhounds.”
“What girl?” questioned Colton. We all knew it was Logan if Crazy Z was involved. He stomped towards her. “Tell me damn it!”
“I . . . I don’t know,” she stammered. “Crazy Z never said anything about her. I only knew about the exchange, because Crazy Z was mouthing off to Sam when Sam called him looking for me.” Colton was back to pacing. He kept eyeing the door, looking torn between running to Logan and finishing this insane conversation.
“I tried to tell myself I didn’t care because of what Mom said about you, how you . . .” Dylan looked right at Wesson. “How you didn’t want me and wanted her to get an abortion. How you beat her and cheated on her and hurt her. She warned me away from clubs my whole life and I stayed away even when Sam joined the Night Demons.” A tear followed by another and another rolled down her cheeks. “Until Lucifer came and said he would hurt the only people on this earth that I thought of as family,” she paused, “even if it was a shitty family.” Dylan broke down then, a sob escaping as she covered her mouth. Her other arm wrapped around her middle like she was trying to hug and hold herself together.
Sam fought frantically in the chair behind. “No Dilly. We are still a family. I’m here. Max is here. We are here. We are your family.”
“Shut the fuck up,” demanded Colton. “We are her family now. Not you! Not Becky! Me. Him.” He pointed to Wesson. “Us,” he said pointing to the rest of us.
“You’re wrong,” I said.
“What?” Colton and Wesson both asked at the same time.
“Some families come neatly tied together with pretty ribbon. Others are forged through hard times and brotherhood. But family is a CHOICE. You are either all in or you’re all out. What is your choice Princess? Are you in or are you going to get the fuck out?”
Dylan
Time stood still once again as Knox’s question rolled around in my mind. My heart had one answer, but my mind was still undecided. I never thought I wanted this. Blood or not. I just wanted away from the chaos, the lies, and the people who lived with and in both on a daily basis. I was raised to hate this. And here was this man, this infuriating man who wanted me to choose.
My eyes found Sam still tied to a chair, bloodied by my so-called new family. He was another member of what I thought my family was, but I was wrong. He lied to me and left me in the dark, just like my mother. What else had they been lying about and for how long?
I then looked to Colton and Wesson side-by-side. Strong men, but were they good? So far they were good to me and they wanted me to be a part of their lives.
“No Dilly,” Sam cried. He fought against his restraints. “Don’t do this. I know you. You kno
w me.” Did I know him? My eyes found his and for the first time I saw him, really saw him. First I saw the man. The man who filled out in all the right places. The man I know for certain wanted me safe and risked his own life for mine. And then I saw a liar, who lied to his best friend to try and manipulate the situation to his advantage. Finally I saw the badass biker. Scarred from too many bar fights. I patched him up more times than I could count since he joined the Night Demons. Now that I really saw him, I knew at that moment that I lost my best friend to the Night Demons.
But could I gain a new one in the Soul Reapers? I looked immediately to Knox.
My Knox? But was he really mine? Did I want to be his? He was a man who continued to push me, to make me see things in a new light.
“Please Dill,” begged Sam. “Look at me babe.”
Ignoring Sam, I took a step back so that I could see what was right in front of my face. Knox claimed I could not do that, but now I needed to. And what did I see? I saw Logan and Cam being nice to me. Emma gave me clothes and took care of me. Colton laughed with me and visited me. Wesson in the background, trying to be the father I never knew I needed.
And Knox was always there, watching me with those kaleidoscope eyes, wanting more for me . . . from me. But was I brave enough to want more? Could I do this? Did I want to?
Yes.
Yes.
And yes. I took a deep breath for the first time in a long, long while.
Knox . . .
It seemed to always come back to him. A man who stood strong when I was weak. A man who warmed me when I was cold, held me when I was scared and chased away my fears.
“Please Dill. Look at me,” begged Sam, fighting his restraints to get to me. “Just tell him no and we can leave here. We can go away and never come back. Just us. Please baby!” Although Knox remained motionless, the tension rolling off of him was as thick and dark as the silence that blanketed the room.
This was not the actions of a man who was only with me because my father told him to be, but I needed to know for sure. “You lied too.” My whispered words loud in the stillness of the room.
“About what?” Knox knew I was speaking directly to him. Our eyes glued to one another.
“Why do you keep pushing me to accept this when I am just a job to you?” There! Now he knew that I knew my father directed him to protect me. The chemistry between us was undeniable, but that he did not really want me.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” The heads volleyed from one person to the next.
“Knox,” boomed Wesson.
“No Prez. I want to know what the fuck she is talking about.” All heads turned back to me. “Because if she thinks for one minute that anything that happened between us was because of a job then I’m done. Was pulling you off that dirty ass floor a job? Was bringing you back here a job? Or every night when you needed me . . . was that a fucking job too? What do you think Prez said to me Princess? Do you think he told me to crawl into bed with you every night after your nightmares? Do you think he told me to eat that sweet pussy of yours? Fuck you like I own you . . . like you own me?”
“Oh Jesus,” exclaimed Colton.
“Do you? Tell me damn it.” Knox’s eyes were hard as he stared me down. Anger rolling off him in waves as his eyes continued to cut me to pieces.
“No,” I lamented.
“I told him to protect you in case anything happened. Nothing more, nothing less.” Wesson said matter-of-factly.
“Fuck this,” Knox boomed as he started for the door.
“Wait,” I cried out. “I have messed this all up. I kept everything from everyone . . . from you,” I said looking right at Knox, but his back was still to me. “I kept telling myself I didn’t know who to trust, but all along I knew I trusted you. I trusted you with my safety, with my body, but not my story. But I’m ready now.”
“Ready for what?” Knox asked, turning to look at me over his shoulder.
“To choose.”
“To choose what?” questioned Colton. I looked at him and then Wesson, and then finally at Knox who had turned to stand squarely in front of me.
“Not what, but who,” I answered as my eyes finally found Knox’s. “I choose you.”
“All of me or just the man standing in front of you?” I finally knew the answer.
“Everything you have to offer.” The uncertainty in his eyes was slowly replaced with acceptance as I stepped into his space, initiating contact with him for the first time.
“I’m all yours Princess,” he crooned as he took my hand and led me out of the cellar and into his world.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Knox
I rushed out of the cellar dragging Dylan behind me, through the clubhouse, and up the stairs to OUR room. All rational thought had left me as I slammed the door behind us, locking us in. Our heavy breathing was the only sounds in the room.
“Say it,” I rasped. Dylan stared back at me with wide eyes clear of any hesitancy or doubt.
“I’m yours,” she confirmed.
“Again,” I demanded.
“All yours.”
“Show me.” I needed her to show me in that moment how much she truly was mine. She pulled me to the bed before pushing me to sit down. I looked up to see the mischievous look in her eyes. Her beauty was behind compare. Hair piled on top of her head with fallen strands framing her flawless face. Pouty lips that every man wanted to redden with his cock curved into a small grin that told me she knew what I was thinking. Eyes so gray and soft, they held me captive.
“Phone,” she said as she held out her palm. I gave her what she wanted, enjoying this side of Dylan. I handed her mine as she slid her thumb across the screen. It sprang to life like my cock at her attention. Dylan continued to fiddle with the phone when she turned her back to me and hooked it up to the dock I had sitting on my side table.
A riff of a guitar and a heavy drums beat started out as the song “Pour Some Sugar on Me,” by Def Leopard began to play. Dylan’s back was still to me as she started to move to the bass of the music. She ran her hands up her body and into her hair before releasing it from her pony tail. It cascaded down her back, before she whipped it back and forth. Her luscious curves continued with the beat as her hands continued to rub all over herself until they came to stop at the top of her jean shorts. The lyrics paired with Dylan’s dancing had me hard as a rock.
In one swift movement, her shorts pooled at her ankles as she glided her fingertips up and down the sides of her body. Dylan stepped out of her shorts taking one step and then turned towards me. She caught my gaze for a few seconds before breaking eye contact when she ran her hands through her hair, pulling it up into a pile on her head. In movements timed with the music, her ass moved back and forth as she lowered herself closer and closer to the ground. Her knees spread further apart giving me a perfect view of her lace-clad center. A streak of moisture dotted her panties, showing she was just as affected by this tease as I was.
When my eyes found hers, the look of pure lust in them had me unbuttoning my jeans and pulling Special K out to play. Dylan continued to move her ass, shaking her body to a classic song that was now my new favorite.
Next her hands roamed up her body and then down to the hem of her shirt as she moved it back and forth with the music, never missing a beat. She turned in a circle and then another as my eyes stayed glued to her ass, her hips, and her breasts.
Dylan then bent completely forward, sticking her ass up in the air. Still in the forward fold, Dylan shook her body and swayed her ass causing her tank top to slide down her back towards her head. Instead of allowing it to come all the way off, she let it slip over her head and down her arms until it came to rest at her wrists. She then whipped her head up as she rolled her hips. Her wrists turned in time with her hips in slow circles within the shirt, cuffing them together until she held them above her head. Her breasts jiggled as she kept thrusting her hips. I groaned at seeing her bound and began to work myself faster. Pre-cum co
ated my tip as the first stirrings of an orgasm started to take hold.
Dylan sauntered to the bed, so fucking beautiful, until she stood before me. She got down on her knees and whipped her head back and forth to the song sending her hair flying. The tips brushed around my thighs, knees and shins. I bit my lip and grabbed my cock with both hands to keep from reaching out to her.
Princess stood up, brushing her lacy breasts against me as she went to lay in the middle of the bed. With her hands above her head, she bent her knees and began to grind the air. Her body begged me to fuck her as she thrust her hips up and down with the beat of the drums. She kept moving her hips as the song switched once again to the hard beat of drums as “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails told me to fuck her like an animal. I needed no more encouragement as I lunged at her, prepared to do just that.
Dylan
I continued to thrust my hips up and down. My eyes closed as I imagined taking Knox from the bottom, his cock thick within me as I squeezed him from the inside out. The whisper of his lips was the first thing I felt on my knee then the outside of my thigh and he moved up my body. The warmth from his body continued to creep up my body until I was covered head to toe in it.
“Eyes.” Voice as deep and thick as I wanted him to be in me, told me he was on the verge of doing exactly what I wanted him to, what the song told him to do.
I opened them slowly to find his searching mine. His multi-colored eyes held more than lust just like they held more than one color. Emotions as colorful as his eyes rained down on me as his lips met mine. We kept our eyes open as the kiss deepened allowing each of us this glimpse into the other.
“Say it,” he said as his lips kissed along my jaw and down my neck to the valley between my breasts.
“I’m yours,” I breathed, arching my back to get closer to him. His lips continued to travel down my body to the top of my panties. A slight touch of his fingertips teased along the top of them and then down the center until his fingers rested against the growing damp spot. “You want this.” It was a statement and one that was whole-heartedly true.
Dylan's Reaper: Soul Reapers #3 Page 9
