What He Wants (Book 3 after Phantom Riders MC-Hawk and No Mercy)

by Tory Richards

  Our noises of pleasure and satisfaction filled his bedroom, probably going beyond. But I didn’t care. Nothing else mattered but Big John claiming me, and my claiming him. Because I was. I welcomed him into my body, knowing that I had a good man. A man who would protect me and take care of me. As he pumped his cock into me, and his heavy balls slapped against my wet flesh, his hand was at my clit, pinching and flicking the tiny nub until I cried out my release.

  “Oh, God, I’m coming Big John!” I convulsed around his cock.

  “Me, too, baby!” he rasped in a grizzled tone, pulling my hips against him and grinding his loins against my sex as he lost control. “Aaaargghh!” he groaned roughly, shooting ribbons of cum deep inside my body.

  His seed.

  I could feel his cock pulsing as he orgasmed, the huge muscle swelling and then expelling against my walls. The thought of his cum filling me turned me on. He was only the second man I’d ever let fuck me raw and it felt as if his powerful essence was replacing all the bad and evil that had been Paul.

  With release came the aftermath of peace and calm. The occasional twitch racked our sweaty bodies but we were content to sink upon the bed and let exhaustion claim us.

  Chapter 26

  Big John

  I was totally spent, even though my cock was still hard. Hell, it might never be soft again as long as Daisy demanded my seed inside her. I had to fucking admit that fucking her raw, feeling nothing between us when I pounded into her, kept me hard and horny. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d given a woman my seed, willingly. Had to be close to twenty fucking years at least. I hadn’t cared enough about any woman to chance giving her my baby.

  Hell, the vision of Daisy pregnant, her belly swollen with my kid, didn’t even leave the usual fear in my gut. I knew being on the pill wasn’t a hundred percent reliable but I didn’t give a fuck. I planned on fucking her without a condom all the time now, filling her with my cum until it seeped out of her. Fuck, that would be hot. My dick jerked with the thought. I thrust my hips against her so that she could feel it.

  She mumbled tiredly, her face against the pillow where she’d collapsed. I grinned. Couldn’t make out a word she’d said but that was okay. I knew that I could have her achy and wanting without half trying. It seemed my woman liked sex and her fire and sweet demands fed my fucking soul. Made me want things I never thought would be within my grasp. Decent things most men like me never got. Shit, I thought about my other brothers who’d found happiness in their lives, all because of a good woman.

  It had been a battle for them, too, letting their women in.

  Daisy was soft and pliant beneath me but I was worried about crushing her so I rolled to my back, bringing her with me. She moaned as I settled her backside against my front side until we were both lying down, my dick hardening inside her. I wrapped my arms around her, running my hands up and down her sexy curves, fucking satisfied how well she fit against my body. As my dick lengthened and hardened more inside her I let my hands travel from her tits down to her pussy and back up again, squeezing her fleshy globes in my callused hands.

  She sighed with content, half asleep. The scent of our recent fuck hung heavy in the air surrounding us. I sucked in a deep breath, filling my lungs with it, letting the power of musk tantalize my senses. I couldn’t remember a time when I was aware of the scent of a woman, or the erotic scent of sex lingering after a fuck, or anything else for that matter. I hadn’t stuck around to cuddle with the chick to notice.

  I liked holding Daisy against me. Her ass was cushioned against my groin while my dick was buried inside her, her legs lying on top of mine, her back against my torso and chest. I brought her arms up on either side of my head until they were resting against the bed. This brought her tits up and gave me easier access to them. I groaned, feeling my dick stretching inside her, blissfully drowning in the mixture of her cream and my cum.

  Fuck. As long as Daisy wanted my dick bare inside her I was going to remain hard.

  I tested how asleep she was by pushing my ass deeper into the bed and then thrusting up again. The move had my dick sliding out of her almost to the tip before my thrust buried it back inside her. She moaned loud but other than that she didn’t move. My roaming hands settled on her tits, palming them and pinching the nipples until Daisy gradually began to gasp and squirm. I fucked her slow and steady, groaning at the tightness of her body in this position.

  “Big John ̶”

  “What, baby?”

  “Feels so good,” she said softly.

  “I know,” I agreed, my breathing growing choppy. My hands began to caress over her body roughly, matching the speed of my thrusts. I kissed the back of Daisy’s neck, beneath her hair, and worked my way around to her ear, taking the lobe between my teeth. I worried it carefully, hearing her breath catch. “You want more of my seed inside you, baby?” I whispered into her ear.

  She shivered, twisting her arms around the back of my neck. “Yes!” She tightened her muscles around me, which threatened to end it for me. “Fuck me good, Big John.” When she turned her face upward and tilted her head I swooped down and covered her mouth with my own.

  Jesus, the woman tasted better than whiskey. She was sweeter than honey, softer than satin, her full lips quenching my thirst, and I devoured her. Kissing her with a rough hunger as I fucked her hard and fast. She brought the beast out in me, the one who turned fucking pain into pleasure, while soothing the darkness inside me. So many years of chaos and destruction, and death, and this one little woman was the balm for my soul.

  She was saving me.

  “Daisy, baby, I’m going to fill you with my seed and then watch it slip out of you.” She moaned. I squeezed her tit, while my other hand manipulated her engorged clit. “Who do you belong to?”

  “You,” she gasped when I touched her.

  “Whose dick is inside you?”

  “Yours,” she whispered.

  “Get ready, baby!”

  I heard her suck in her breath and knew she was getting ready to come. A little pinch sent her flying over the top, and she was convulsing wildly against me. The feel of her body pulsing around my dick, the slickness that coated me, got the same reaction out of my body. My balls drew up tight, and then I was whipping my dick out and coming all over the front of Daisy’s twisting beauty. Great arcs of cloudy sperm coated her belly and tits and even reached as far as her chin.

  I’d wanted to fill her pussy but the thought of marking her with my scent had won out.

  I pumped my dick until it was dry and deflating in my palm, releasing it to fall limp between our legs. Daisy was panting above me, while I was breathing harshly at the back of her neck. I moved the fall of her damp hair aside to keep it out of my mouth as I sucked in air. As we lay there and let our bodies cool I rubbed my seed into her skin. When I was done, and satisfied that I’d thoroughly covered her I brought my hand up to her chin, gathering the small drop of cum on the end of my finger. She opened like a bird to me when I settled my finger against her lips.

  “Good,” she murmured, sucking the digit inside and licking it with her tongue until it was all gone. As if suddenly aware of our positions she said, “I have to be heavy on you.”

  She tried to move but I held her firmly where she was. “Hell, no, baby. You feel fucking perfect against me.”

  She laughed softly. “What I feel is all sticky and well fucked.”

  “That, too.” I agreed, flipping her over until she was looking down at me. “With my seed, baby. I want my mark on you. I want everyone to know that you belong to me.”

  She wrinkled her nose. “Am I supposed to walk around with the smell of your cum all over me?” she teased with twinkling eyes. “Is that what your brothers do to their girls?”

  “Yes,” I said firmly. “We mark our women with our scent, our teeth, tattoos, property of jackets, whatever the fuck it takes to show ownership.”

  “Sounds barbaric,” Daisy said, but there was a smile in her eyes. “Do
you pee on us, too?”

  I reached down and squeezed her ass. “Do you like golden showers, baby?” I grinned when her eyes widened with shock. “Because I’m down with that.”

  “No! I, no! Have… you… ever?” she inquired with some hesitation and embarrassment.

  What was that look in her eyes? I narrowed mine, trying to decipher what I saw. Was my woman into kink? Did the thought of a golden shower intrigue her? I didn’t mind a little kink in the bedroom, but I’d held myself back with Daisy. She hadn’t seemed like the kind of woman who would go for cuffs, whips and blind folds, much less being doused in bodily fluids that weren’t cum.

  Christ, the thought was turning me fucking hard again.

  “I need a shower.”

  “I like my smell on you.” I covered her tit with my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

  “You would, you, you, Viking Neanderthal.”

  A snort of laughter escaped me. “I don’t think there was such a thing as a Viking Neanderthal,” I said with a smirk.

  “Well, I couldn’t make up my mind what to call you. The first time you walked through my salon door you reminded me of a big, dangerous, Viking. But you’re spraying your scent all over me makes me think it was probably something a hairy caveman might have done.”

  There was a brief knock at the door and then it was opening. Daisy squealed and dove for the covers, while I directed a glare at my VP, who just grinned and shrugged his shoulders.

  “You need to learn to lock the door, brother,” Rock smirked, standing in the entranceway. His gaze took in the cowering woman next to me, who had managed to bring the covers up to just beneath her chin. She was peering at Rock with embarrassment. “Hi, sweetheart.”

  “Hi,” Daisy said softly.

  Rock turned his attention back to me, lifting his chin. “Need to talk.”

  I turned to Daisy. “Get your shower, baby.” I got out of bed, uncaring that I was nude. It wasn’t anything Rock, or any of my brothers for that matter, hadn’t seen before. Hell, with all the fucking going on in the clubhouse none of us had any secrets.

  “I’ll be at the bar.” Rock closed the door, and I reached for my jeans. I stared down at Daisy as I slipped them on.

  “Careful you don’t zip that thing up in there,” she teased with a twinkle in her eyes.

  I glanced down at my semi-hard dick and tucked it carefully into my pants. “When I’m done, I’ll come back and you can take care of him.”

  “Aren’t you ever satiated?”

  She made the mistake of lowering the sheet and my gaze went immediately to her naked tits. They were sitting there all perky and shit, her nipples hard and pointing up to me. I began to salivate. I wondered if she did it on purpose, my gaze darting up to hers. Yeah. She fucking knew how to get to me. The mischievous glitter of playful arousal caused the bright green of her eyes to look like smoky emeralds. The corners of her mouth turned up, because she knew that she had me.

  “Not with you, baby.” I zipped up and reached for my tee. “When I get back I’m going to punish you for teasing me.” I slipped the tee over my head and arms and then reached for my cut.

  “Punish me?” Daisy scoffed, pulling the sheet even lower, until the top of her mound was exposed. “I’m innocent.” She slipped a hand over her smooth-shaven sex. “I did this for you and you’re going to punish me?”

  I stepped closer to the bed and knocked her hand away. As our eyes locked, I ran the tip of my finger through her soaked slit, gathering up the slick cream there. She quivered and moaned when I brushed over her clit. I brought my dripping finger to her lips, nudging them open so I could push my finger inside. I knew she’d be tasting a mixture of both our cum. A blissful look came over her expression when she closed her mouth around my finger and shut her eyes.

  My breath hissed from me.

  “You’re far from innocent, baby,” I rasped. “And I appreciate your clean, pink, pussy, “But I’m still going to punish you for teasing me when you know that I can’t do anything about it right now.”

  I gave Daisy a hard kiss and then left the room.

  Rock was sitting at the bar with Fox when I entered the room. Painter was playing pool with a nearly naked Sid. It amazed me how the club girls could parade around half naked this time of year, but hey, who was I to question it? They were here for the brothers and providing us with eye candy was half their job. We only kept on five sweetbutts at a time and there were a lot of hang arounds who would love to take their places. The girls knew they had to keep us satisfied and they eagerly did whatever they needed to.

  Lucy was sitting on a brother’s lap. Good. Maybe she’d moved on and realized that nothing permanent was going to happen between us. A prospect by the name of Hotdog was manning the bar and wiped it down when Cooper and Gator left with their drinks. I took up a seat on the other side of Fox, making eye contact with Hotdog.

  “Beer.” I turned toward Fox and Rock but Rock was the brother I settled my gaze on. “You wanted to talk?”

  He took a sip of his beer and set it down. “Yeah, brother, sorry for interrupting you and your girl.”

  I grunted my response, picking up the bottle Hotdog put in front of me. Rock just grinned. “So, what’s up?” I looked at Fox, wondering about the serious as fuck look in his eyes.

  My VP spoke first. “The caddy was found in the parking lot of a run-down hotel the next town over. The driver was found in the trunk.”

  “And it wasn’t Paul Singleton,” Fox added.

  “So, who the fuck was it?”

  “Some small-time hood by the name of Farellie from New Jersey, involved in mostly petty shit, in and out of jail. He used an alias on the car rental contract and paid up front in cash.”

  I snorted. “Someone hired him to do their dirty work.”

  Fox nodded his agreement. “We haven’t connected him to Singleton. Nothing was found with the body, just his driver’s license.”

  I grunted. “Doesn’t mean anything. My gut is telling me that Singleton is behind this.”

  “Me, too, brother,” Rock concurred. “But there’s not much we can do until we have proof.”

  “And find Singleton,” Fox added. “The man is MIA.”

  A loud moan drew my gaze to where Lucy had gone from sitting on a brother’s lap to riding his dick. She was sitting on his lap backwards, giving me and everyone else a good view of her pussy swallowing up Bear’s fat cock. Her eyes were on me as she brought her hands up to cup her tits. I turned back to Rock and Fox.

  “She’s determined to make you jealous, brother,” Fox smirked.

  “She can try all she wants. I’m not interested.”

  “See what a good woman does for a brother?” Rock grinned. “Wipes out the need for any other pussy.”

  I wasn’t going to admit to the smug bastard that he was right. And that reminded me that my woman was upstairs waiting for me to return. “I’m claiming Daisy.” The look on my VP’s face revealed that he’d known it was coming. “BK’s company is installing an alarm system at her place in the morning, so someone will be there to protect her during business hours. She’s agreed to stay here nights but that’s temporary. I want protection on her twenty-four-seven.”

  Rock didn’t hesitate. “You got it.”

  “Congrats, brother.”

  I gave Fox a questioning look.

  “You’ve joined the rest of us pussy-whipped brothers.”

  Chapter 27

  Daisy

  King’s Security arrived bright and early with a small crew of three, and I was surprised to see that BK was one of them. He not only oversaw the work his two employees did, he worked right alongside of them. I knew Jimmy and Cody weren’t members of Phantom Riders because they didn’t have the bad-boy vibe going on, and they weren’t wearing cuts. That’s when I learned that some of the businesses owned by members of the club were run by what they referred to as civilians.

  Before the end of the day my business and home was protected and
monitored as BK had insisted in giving me an upgrade that included outside surveillance cameras. When I asked him about the price he waved me off, saying it was a special he was running, but I knew Big John had a hand in it. It made me warm inside thinking that he worried over my safety.

  His possessiveness didn’t bother me as it had with Paul. Paul had made me feel like an object, something he’d acquired and didn’t intend to give up. Big John made me feel special, and protected, and even though he hadn’t said the words, I knew that he cared about me.

  And I was falling in love with him.

  Like a tornado, he’d entered my life and become a big part of it from the start. He knew what he wanted, and though he’d been bossy about it thinking about his rough ways now made me smile. No, there’d been no wooing with flowers and candy or dinner dates with Big John. He’d simply stated his wants and then taken them, claimed me, without apologies. Thinking about the last time he’d had his hands and mouth on me, I shivered.

  “You cold?”

  Jasmine’s voice pulled me from my quiet wanderings. I found myself staring blindly out the window behind the receptionist desk. We didn’t really need the desk, and I made a mental note to replace it with a small sitting area.

  “Hello?” her impatient voice called.

  I chuckled. “I’m sorry, I’ve been thinking.”

  “Yeah, I wonder about what,” she snickered, sweeping the floor around her station. “Or who.” She shot me a knowing wink.

  “Actually, I was thinking about getting rid of the desk and setting up a small waiting area there. We really don’t need a receptionist desk.”

  Jasmine stood there for a moment, staring at where the desk was. “Yeah, I can totally see that. A little couch with a table and some flowers. Maybe a massage chair.”

  My eyes widened. “I like the idea of the massage chair. For those guests waiting while someone gets their hair done.” I met her eyes. “Good idea.”

  She shrugged. “I’m not just another pretty face.”