Targeting Dart (Satan's Devils MC #4)

by Manda Mellett

  It might not be the most romantic speech I’ve ever heard, but it’s works to turn me on.

  “Get naked, babe.” As he speaks he strips off his cut and lays it reverently on the chair, then reaching behind his neck takes hold of his tee and pulls it over his head. Transfixed, I watch him divest himself of the rest of his clothes. Finally, he stands fully naked and sees me watching, His hand sliding along the length of his cock, turgid and ready.

  “Your turn. And make it quick, babe. You see this? It’s primed and about ready to go off. You take too long and I won’t be able to wait.”

  Unconsciously licking my lips, just as eager as he is to feel him inside me again, I pull down my pants and underwear in one go. And then freeze as I remember. My scars aren’t covered by bandages any more.

  My eyes flick to his, and he sees the concern there. Closing the gap between us in one stride, he pulls at the hem of my shirt. Knowing he’ll see sooner or later, I let him take it off. Then reaching his hands around my back, he takes off my bra.

  Suddenly I’m in the air, lifted and dropped down on the bed, an ‘oomph’ coming out of my mouth.

  “Told you I was in a hurry, doll.”

  Completely ignoring my scars, he clambers over me to take my lips in a scorching kiss. His tongue dives in deep, curling around mine, both of us duelling, refreshing our memory of each other’s taste. As his hands clasp the side of my face, I raise both arms and put them around his neck, holding him to me. He fills all my senses—the smell of leather, of oil, and the soap he uses are intoxicating, his touch so gentle but dominating at the same time, his taste of beer and of cigarettes, and I feel his long hair brushing against my arms. Opening my eyes, I see him gazing at me with an expression that seems to suggest pure adoration.

  My stomach muscles clench. This man wants me. And I’m his old lady. Which means he is mine.

  Lifting his head slightly, a small smile plays on his lips. “Whatcha thinking?”

  “That I won the freaking jackpot.”

  His forehead touches mine briefly, his hair now tickling my cheeks. “Not sure if you have, doll, but I certainly did.”

  “I love you, Dart.”

  Shooting up his hand he clasps me by the chin, and ensures I’m looking straight into his eyes, it’s as if he’s confirming the truth in my words. Then he’s moving downwards, taking a moment to toy with my breasts, sucking and laving my dark nipples. I can’t take my eyes off him, his gorgeous white skin so different than mine, and there’s something decidedly sexy about the contrast. As his head moves lower, he gently kisses my scars, the gesture showing he’s not pretending they’re not there, but that he accepts them.

  And suddenly the word that Ron so cruelly left behind goes to the back of my mind as Dart’s fingers find their way in between my legs. He wipes at my slit then rests his chin on my stomach, checking I’m watching him as he greedily licks my moisture off his fingertips.

  “Hmm. That fuckin’ taste right there, doll. That’s what I’ve been dreaming of. And I want a lot more. I’m takin’ everythin’ you’ve got to give.”

  And then he moves lower, his mouth settling so firmly around my clit that my head and shoulders come off the bed. “Dart!” I cry out, before stuffing a hand in my mouth when I remember Tyler’s asleep in the next room.

  He might have got blue balls waiting for me, but I’ve been suffering from the female equivalent. Just one time with Dart had got me impatient to be with him again, which must be the reason that almost immediately I start to tense up, my leg muscles locking, my stomach contracting, and when he curls his fingers inside me, I’m gone.

  I’ll leave teethmarks in my fist as I’m biting down so hard. Dart doesn’t stop his ministrations, gently bringing me down and then taking me up and over again. This time I’m still quivering as he licks one more time and raises his head when I go to pull away.

  “Gonna fuck ya now, Alex. And I ain’t going to be gentle.”

  I’m ready for him. God, how I’m ready. He made it sound like a threat, but to me it’s a promise. He’s going to love me properly for the first time, no longer needing to hold back because of my injuries.

  I watch as he rises to his knees and then pulls me down the bed with my hips angled up and toward him. He lines up his white cock and watches as it homes in on my dark depths. Then, with a strained look on his face, he thrusts in hard.

  It’s a new angle for me, and different sensations. I watch as he thrusts again and again until somehow he’s stretched me and I’ve taken him all in. My head rolls back on my shoulders, I feel so full.

  “Doll, I can’t hold back. I’ve got to move…”

  “Move!” I instruct him. And then I’m taken on the ride of my life.

  As he starts hammering, pure sensation takes over.

  “Fuck, doll. You’re so fuckin’ tight. Feels like my cock’s in a fuckin’ vice.” He keeps pumping in, his face contorting with effort. “Doll, you’re fuckin’ perfect. I ain’t gonna last long. Fuck, doll. Are ya close? Are ya comin’?”

  For an answer, I clamp down with my muscles, he lets out a groan. Then, punctuating his thrusts with words, he stammers out, “Best. Fuckin’. Pussy. I’ve. Ever. Had.”

  The tell-tale rippling of all my nerve endings tightens my muscles all over again. “Dart!” I cry out around my hand. “Dart, please.”

  He puts his finger on my clit and starts rubbing furiously. I go to tell him it’s too much when I realise it’s not, it’s just right. And then I’m flying, soaring, almost out of my mind, and hear his shout as though from a distance.

  “Fuck, babe. Fuck!” he roars. His pumping slows but he’s still moving, smaller thrusts now, but I swear I feel bursts of cum hitting my cervix and shooting up into my womb. For a second my floating mind wishes I didn’t have an implant and we could celebrate our reunion by the conception of a child.

  As our breathing starts returning to normal, he pulls out and disappears to the bathroom, returning with a cloth to clean me up. I’m so sated and drained I do nothing to help him. Then he comes back, lies down by my side, and turns me to him.

  As his hand strokes gently up and down my arms, he murmurs into my ear, “We gotta talk, babe.”

  I tense. Yeah, there’s things I need to tell him, but surely this can’t be the brush off talk? Not after what we just did? He didn’t say he loves me back.

  He senses me freezing, and at last gives me the words. “Hey, I love ya doll, you must know that. You know what? Pussy offered itself to me on a plate in San D, and I wasn’t interested one bit. You’re it for me. Might have taken a while to see it, but you’re my port in a storm. You’re my home.” As such beautiful words come from such a beautiful man, I’m rendered speechless as he continues, “I know Heart said some stuff to you, and it probably hurt. Don’t need ya to tell me as I can guess. But if he said I wasn’t in it for the long haul with ya, he was totally wrong. He’s hurtin’ so much, babe. That’s not the brother I know and love that was speakin’.”

  “What’s going to happen to him, Dart?”

  “He’s goin’ to be a Ronin for six months.”

  I twist so I can look into his eyes. “What does that mean?”

  Dart sighs and puts his arm over his head. “He’ll be out on the road on his own. Prez has told him none of our chapters for more than a couple of days. It’s a risk ridin ‘solo, can’t deny that. But it gives him space and time to come to terms with what’s happened. We’re hopin’ it will clear his head.”

  “If he’s having so much trouble dealing, surely he needs the support of his brothers.” I purse my lips, not certain they’ve done the right thing.

  “He doesn’t want to be here, babe. He needs to detach himself from his memories. It’s the best thing we could have done in the circumstances, and certainly not the worst. Drum could have taken his patch. At least he knows he’s got a home here to come back to. Anyway, movin’ on. How’s Tyler?”

  I bite my lip. “Not good, Dart. He keeps getti
ng pains, and the episodes are taking their toll on him. I want to take him to his specialist in San Diego. The doctors here are okay, but they’re not experts. Now that Ron’s gone, it will be safe, won’t it?”

  I don’t understand why his hand reaches around the back of my head and pulls me in for a kiss. Until he replies, “Not only safe, doll, but just what I wanted. I love my brothers here in Tucson, but at San Diego, I’m the VP, involved in everythin’ that goes on at the club. Lost offered to make the position permanent, and I’d like to make that move. But I want you with me. Both you and the boy.”

  Wow. It’s the answer to my prayers. I’ve liked living in Arizona and have made friends here, but Tyler needs medical supervision by someone who knows how to treat him.

  “Not asking you to live at the club. We’ll find a place off the compound soon as we can.”

  I glance at him, holding back the smile for the moment. “You, me, and Tyler?”

  “Yeah, babe. Our little family.” He moves his arm and places his hand on my stomach. “And when you’re ready, we’ll be addin’ to it.”

  “I’d like that,” I say shyly.

  “Good. ‘Cause on my part I can’t think of anythin’ I’d like better. Now I want to fuck. Babe, you don’t know how much I’ve thought of holding onto your luscious ass when pounding into you.” As he speaks he sits up and leans over me. His words make me giggle.

  “You think that’s funny?” He’s grinning too. But when he moves his talented fingers to my pussy, my mirth comes to an abrupt halt.

  “Dart!”

  It doesn’t take long as he circles my clit with those talented fingers while pinching my nipples, and soon I’m coming again. Immediately he picks me up and turns me over, positioning my ass in the air and my head to the bed.

  “I’ve never…”

  “Another first? Fuck, that man was an idiot.” As he speaks he’s kneading my ass with his hands. “This right here, doll, fuelled my fuckin’ hand in the shower more times than you could believe. I’ve been dreaming of this.”

  As he speaks, his fingers move and circle my puckered hole, and he leans forward and says softly in my ear, “Not here, not now. But one day…” He gathers my moisture and pushes his lubricated finger in the entrance, leaving me no doubt what he means. “All your firsts are now mine,” he says, and I know I’ll let him do anything he wants to me.

  “No more talking, babe. Time to fuck.”

  His hands take my hips and he pulls me back, pushing in with his cock in one practiced move. He seems to go deeper than ever, but my gasp of shock quickly turns into a moan of pleasure as he fills me up. It’s such an intense feeling.

  “Wish you could fuckin’ see what I’m seeing, babe. My white cock going in and out of your cunt, sliding between your black cheeks. Fuckin’ amazing. Best sight in the fuckin’ world. Would die a happy man if this was the last thing I saw.”

  Then he shocks me by giving my butt cheek a slap, but the sharp sting seems to send a tingling to my clit. He spanks the other side, and I push back.

  “You like that?”

  Is it wrong to admit that I do?

  He repeats his actions, and by God I’m close to coming already.

  “Answer me babe.” There’s amusement in his voice.

  I think my body’s provided sufficient response, but I rasp out the word. “Yes.”

  He spanks me again, and then he increases his pace, hitting that spot inside me. As his thrusts deepen and intensify in their force, I’m totally lost.

  “Come for me, doll.”

  He’s in total control of my body as I push my face into the mattress to muffle my scream.

  “Oh fuck, fuck. That’s it. I’m coming babe. Oh fuck. FUCK!” After a few little pumps he stills. “Fuck, babe, that’s feels so fucking good.”

  We stay locked together, until at last he pulls out. This time he lies spooning behind me. “Give me a second doll, I need to get my breath back, then we’ll go take a shower and get cleaned up.” My heart could do with a moment to slow, so I just nod.

  “Doll, I never understood how men with ol’ ladies could give up other pussy. But with you, I know. I won’t need anyone else, as I’ve got the fuckin’ best.”

  I turn my head and offer my mouth for a kiss, he doesn’t disappoint. My lips are swollen by the time he pulls away. “Dart, what you do to me? I couldn’t imagine anyone being better.”

  “Doll, you’re not going to have a chance to find out. You’re mine. I’ll kill any fucker who dares to look at you.”

  “You put that dick anywhere it shouldn’t go, I’ll cut it right off. And I promise you, a bitch looks at you wrong? She’s not going to live.”

  We stare at each other, then for some unknown reason, the intensity of our declarations has us both laughing.

  Chapter 36

  Dart

  Until we know for certain that Thompson’s life insurance is going to pay out, I hadn’t wanted to raise Alex’s hopes. But the large policy he’d taken out in order to benefit from his wife’s death had backfired. Of course, the reason he’d taken out a policy with reciprocal benefits was to leave one less pointer toward him in the event of her death. But it now won’t be him who reaps the rewards, and unless the insurance company finds some way to wriggle out of it, Alex is now five-hundred-thousand-dollars richer.

  Having found Thompson’s death was indeed declared a tragic accident, Mouse has started looking into sorting the paperwork out for her. And while he’s at it, he’ll be helping Alex sort out her enrollment in the law course in San Diego. As she’s coming back to Cali, she’ll be able to go back to her old school, with no need to bother about transferring her credits. I’m proud as fuck that hopefully she’ll eventually be the Satan’s Devils lawyer, working for whatever chapter needs her. Fucking good call on Drum’s part if you ask me.

  We stay on in Tucson for a few days while I square things with Drummer, but I don’t want to delay too long before returning to Cali. Tyler’s had two episodes quite close together, and the sooner we can get him expert help the better. Alex is worried she’s leaving the poker run team in the lurch, but Sam assures her the bulk of the work has already been done. We’ll be returning for that, and I expect I’ll be bringing some of the San D brothers with me. They won’t want to miss out on the fun.

  The night before I leave for good, I sign the transfer papers with Drum with mixed emotions. I’m going to miss that fucker, and all the brothers in the club, however much they behave like assholes at times. But I’m reassured I’m doing the right thing the moment I walk out into the clubroom and see Alex, my old lady, now wearing the property cut I’d brought back with me, waiting alongside my brothers, and the old ladies, who are setting out food on the tables.

  My face widens into a grin. They might have kept it quiet from me, but they’re throwing a going away party for us.

  Peg chooses the music, of course, and we’re treated to a night of Bob Seger. Whenever anyone attempts to put something different on, Peg chases them off. Fuck, I don’t care, and I’ll miss the fucker and his strange eclectic taste of tunes.

  I do the rounds, saying my goodbyes to Wraith, who takes a moment to enlighten me on the ups and downs of being VP, and then move to Dollar, who tells me he’s always on the end of the phone to give help. Blade gifts me one of his knives, then stands waiting, expectedly, so I get my smokes out with a grin. I’m going to miss that tight-fisted asshole.

  Ella kisses my cheek, while Slick scowls and grunts, Tongue flashes his stud as he wishes me luck. Viper and Bullet shake my hand then pull me in for a hug. Rock nods his farewell, and Beef clenches his jaw and says I’ll be missed. Shooter and Paladin pause their game of pool to say they hope it all goes well. Lady and Joker tip their beers toward me, and Marvell spends a few minutes giving me the lowdown on his brothers who remain. As we speak, I watch and listen carefully, but there’s nothing to suggest he was a supporter of Snake, and Drummer’s already reassured me he’d come to that conclusion h
imself.

  Being kidnapped together helps form a special bond. When I approach Mouse, we exchange chin lifts, then both move at once, hugs and back slaps exchanged. He promises to be at my beck and call for anything Token can’t handle.

  When I come to the prospects who have their work cut out keeping drinks flowing, I toss them a glare, then grin, and say I hope everything works out for them. After all the dedication he’s shown to the club, I’ve got a sneaky feeling that Road might be patched in before his twelve months.

  Then I come to Drum, who gives me a penetrating stare. “This is what you want, Dart? I know we’ve got the paperwork sorted, but that’s all it is. Change your mind and I’ll tear it up in a minute. Gonna miss you, Brother.”

  Out of the corner of my eye I spot Alex, laughing with the girls. She’s holding the hand of the boy I’m going to adopt. “My ol’ lady’s my home, now, Prez. And it’s best for Tyler to move where he can get specialist help. The brothers in San Diego are a good bunch, and Lost is doing well as the prez.”

  “Got your work cut out there, though.”

  I nod, knowing that only too well, and inadvertently straighten my shoulders as I reply, “Seems I like a challenge.”

  “Always knew you had it in you, VP.” He surprises me by honouring me with my San D rank. “Only way an officer spot would open up here is if we lose a man, and I fuckin’ hope that’s not gonna happen, or is a long way off. But I want you to know, if it did, it would be your name I’d be puttin’ forward.”

  I’ve always known Wraith, Peg, Blade, and Bullet had their roles for life. But I hadn’t known my name was next in line. That Drummer’s told me, chokes me up.

  Blinking my eyes rapidly, I try my mouth. “What about the secretary?”

  “Beef will carry on with it until Heart comes back. And then we’ll see.”

  I’m glad Drum’s not ousting Heart in his absence. That causes us to discuss my now Ronin brother for a second, and to wonder how he’s getting along, and then the prez is grasping my hand, and with his other arm comes around me. “You take care, Brother. Any advice or help ya need, don’t hesitate to call, okay? I’m relyin’ on you and Lost to knock that chapter into shape. And if things don’t work out, well, you’ve always got a chair around this table.”