by KJ Dahlen
He smirked. “Husband, remember?”
Sara stared at him and her laughter filled the room.
Chapter Twelve
Sara must have slept. After she calmed her laughter, she’d went out like a light. Now her eyes slowly opened. She stretched her body then rose up. The bed was empty. She looked around feeling a little disorientated. The room wasn’t really familiar. Oh... that’s right. She was at the Sin’s compound, but where was...
“Hey,” Hound called to her. He stood at the doorway to another room. He also stood there nude.
Sara stared again at all his hard planes and those tats. Wow, just wow. She had envisioned him almost nightly during the time he’d been coming into the shop. Without clothes. Now she knew that her imagination never did him any justice.
Hound smirked, as he knew she was checking him out and he curled his finger at her.
She shook her head. “What?”
“Come on, we have to shower. We have to meet the guys in a little while.”
Sara rose up then realized she was naked. She grabbed the sheet.
“No!” Hound called to her in a strong tone. “I want to see that sweet body. All of you as you walk over here to join me.”
Sara gulped. No one had ever seen her naked except for herself and especially not a guy. She needed courage for this. Hell, Sara, get up and show him you have some guts. She let out a shaky breath and got up. Ok, try to be sexy. She halted. She didn’t know how. Ok then, just walk. Her body moved forward as she kept her eyes on those blue orbs of his and the closer she got the more she noticed that his hard planes just got harder as she neared. Wow, she never saw this before either, a man’s... She gulped. Package and it grew so much in like thirty seconds. She stopped in front of him. “Happy now?” she asked nervously.
“No, but as you can see. Most of me is very excited.”
She giggled. “You just say the wildest things.”
He raised a brow. “No, I just say what I think.” He grabbed her hand and tugged her into a very large bathroom.
“Wow again,” she said. “They spared no expense. Are all the rooms like this?’
He moved her into the huge shower that had a bench too. Hound was right behind her, as he didn’t answer her question. He caressed her back as he held her close under the warm water and kissed her.
Sara felt his hardness pressing against her belly. “Someone is anxious,” she teased.
“It’s been a whole two hours while you slept,” he said and gently pulled her head back by the hair.
Sara smiled. “Oh really? Two whole hours?”
Hound flipped her around so that she faced the wall and she placed her palms flat against the cool tiles. She felt his smooth shaft rub against the crease in her butt and what a sensation it was. She’d never felt such intrusions before Hound. He just did all sorts of—
He grabbed her by the hips and positioned her with her legs spread apart. “Put your foot on the ledge, Sassy Girl,” he stated.
She drew in a breath and placed her foot on the narrow ledge against the wall of her shower. It left her very open to him.
He grabbed a handful of her hair and tugged slightly, forcing her to arch back while holding her hips in place with his other hand.
“Oh, god,” she said as her body trembled. His grip was firm but not hurtful.
He rubbed the tip of his cock lightly over her folds making her wet and ready. “You like that?”
“Oh, yeah,” she said and lifted her hips. She stole a peek behind her and saw his lip twitch as he teased her with his cock. God, he was sexy, she thought and she wanted him inside of her. She had always wanted him, but never knew what to want. Now, she did after the last day with him. She squirmed impatiently against his groin, wanting, needing.
“Oh, you want me that bad, huh?”
“Yes, please, just—” Sara drew in a sharp breath as she felt his thick cock push into her.
“Sorry, sweetness,” he whispered to her ear. “No more slow. After that walk, I just had to have you.”
The feeling of his rock-hard shaft slipping in and out of her was pure bliss. He didn’t need to apologize, she was loving this. She rested her head against the cool ivory tiles and savored every thrust.
When he reached around to cup her breasts and toy with her nipples, she nearly lost it. She was so close already, but so was he. She could tell in the way that his thrusts became more urgent. He pulled her head back, again. “Fuck!” he swore.
She glanced back once more and saw his hard form—taught muscles and veins pulsating, head thrown back—pounding into her. As he surged inside of her, and he looked so sexy and powerful, she climaxed. A wave of explosive heat and electric sparks washed over her. “Oh, yessss,” she said and tried to steady herself against the wall.
He growled behind her and tensed, gripping her hips and holding her close to him as his climax overtook him. He kissed her neck sweetly and nibbled at her skin. “I wanted it to last longer but...You make me crazy, Sara.” He turned her around to face him. He kissed her and she threw her arms around his neck.
It didn’t take long for him to come back to life as Sara felt him grow hard again. Her eyes rounded.
Hound pushed her back against the wall and scooped her up with his hands on her ass.
Sara instinctually wrapped her legs around his torso and let him guide her onto his cock. She was getting better at this and it felt so natural all of the sudden. Having Hound sex her like this. She never knew this world existed, even in her wildest dreams.
He smiled at her and said, “You didn’t really think I’d let you go that easily, did you?”
Her smile widened. “I’m so glad that there is more.”
It didn’t take long for her to feel her second orgasm building inside. She loved how easily he could pin her against a wall and take her. She kissed him as a warm feeling emanated from her center. When the feeling became too urgent, she placed her foot on the wall for leverage and guided herself onto his cock.
Hound looked pleased. “Wow, you are learning fast, Sassy. Damn, this is so hot.”
Her thrusts became more urgent as she couldn’t believe she was even doing this. What had happened to her? She couldn’t seem to get enough of this man. When she was all but there, she whimpered and threw her head back, allowing her passion to explode.
That was Hound’s cue to take over. Grabbing her hips, he brought her down hard on his cock. “Yeah, that’s right. Come with me,” he said as he released inside of her once more. “Soak me Sara, let me feel that sweet cream of yours.”
His words did it. He was saying things she never thought to ever hear. He said what he thought and she’d better get used to it. “Oh, my god,” she exclaimed. Her body tensed as she came. She shut her eyes and saw a dozen colors flashing behind her eyelids.
With her unexpected lust fully quenched, she put her still quivering legs down and tried to stand. She leaned against Hound for support.
“You okay?” he asked after catching his breath.
“Oh my god, yes,” she replied, but held onto him.
Hound chuckled. “You look a little shaky. Maybe I rushed you too far too fast. But dammit, that was hot.” He steered her out and grabbed a towel.
Her legs felt wobbly. She never knew a person could come and come like that. Least of all her. She would only use that vibrator a few times a month and the climaxes did not compare to this.
Hound laughed as he steadied her and rubbed her body down with a fluffy towel. “I think I better feed you and soon.”
Hound got poor Sara dressed. He felt sorta bad that she was moving slowly and seemed so wore out. He’d moved too hard too fast. He needed to take better care of her. She was his woman now and his responsibly.
He took her down to the main room and sat her at a table. “I’m going to go see what they’re serving.”
Sara let out a sigh and nodded.
He rushed into the kitchen to see Reva, Gator’s wife.
; “Hey Hound,” she greeted “Hungry?”
He nodded. “Yes, but I need a plate of whatever you got and fast!”
She blinked but didn’t say anything. Grabbing a plate, she placed roast beef, then mashed potatoes and some green beans on it. “Here ya go.”
He grabbed it and said thanks then rushed out to the main room.
There sat three women around Sara. What the hell, she was only left alone for like 3 damn minutes? He rushed over to see Melora, Bone’s wife along with Cassie and Cricket.
The women were all smiles as he sat the plate down.
Sara looked down at it then up at him. “This is a lot of food?”
He smiled. “I hope you eat meat?” hell, he didn’t know if she did, or how she liked her coffee or what her favorite color even was. Dammit, he needed to sit and talk to her more not... well fuck her so much with no real conversation. He wondered if he was already fucking this up.
Sara laughed. “Yes I do, but it’s a lot of meat.”
The women were all smiling at him.
He paused as he wondered what was so amusing. It seemed beyond him. “Hey Cassie. Melora. Cricket.”
Cassie got up. “What would you like to drink, Sara?”
Sara grabbed her fork. “Um... a coke I guess?”
Cassie nodded and moved away.
Hound looked over at Cricket. “Has Raine come back yet?”
“No, he’s with Black Jack and Molly.” She looked worried.
“They will be okay,” he assured her.
“I hope so, but I need to get Molly some clothes and stuff. She’s been there all day.”
He looked around. “Deke here yet?”
“I am,” Deke spoke from behind him.
Hound turned to see him standing close. “Hey prez. Cricket here says we need to get my mother some stuff. I know she won’t be leaving the hospital until Black Jack does.”
Deke looked bothered by this. “Well, Raine says Cricket isn’t to leave and I agree with him. I will have one of my men go and get whatever your mom needs.”
Cricket stood up “Deke, they can’t be getting her...” she started again, “...like underthings and such.”
Deke let out a frustrated sigh. “Look Cricket that is the least of our worries here,” he nearly growled the words out.
Hound looked at him and then at Cricket. “Prez...”
Melora stood up and crossed her arms over her chest “Deke Tory. That was just plain rude.”
Deke pushed his fingers through his dark hair and let out a hard sigh. “I’m sorry Cricket. It’s just been been a helluva two days. But we will send a man over there with your list, ok?”
She nodded and then turned away. “I will go call Molly if I can reach her.”
Deke swung his gaze over to Hound then down at Sara who was attempting to eat her roast beef. “When you two are done with your meal, we need to have a meeting.” Deke turned and walked away. “My office!” He called over his shoulder.
Reva walked up and set a plate down for Hound and a coke for Sara.
Hound said, “Thanks Reva.”
Reva looked down at Sara. “Hello Sara!”
Sara looked up “Oh hey, Reva.”
Reva looked back and forth then her eyes widened. “Hound, this is the woman you...”
Hound laughed a bit as he sat down. “Yes, meet Mrs. Moore.”
Reva shook her head. “I heard that you married suddenly but I did not know it was to Sara.”
“You two know each other?” He cut into his roast beef.
“Well, sure. I go and get those daunts every damn day. I mean these men may revolt if they don’t get them every morning.” Reva smiled then said, “Wow, so you married the best baker in all of New York?”
Sara coughed a little on her bite of food.
Hound patted her back concerned. “You okay, Sassy?”
She nodded and gave a little cough. “Yes. I am. Just that I don’t think I hold that title Reva. It goes to Fluffy’s”
Reva shook her head as she smiled “Well, that’s just paid for BS. His stuff tastes like sweetened cardboard.”
Hound laughed and then he coughed a bit.
Reva grinned and looked back down at Sara. “If there is anything you need Sara while you are here, please just ask me. Anything at all.”
“Wow, thanks Reva.”
“Ok, I got stuff to do.” She went back to the kitchen.
Hound swallowed his food, then spoke, “Well, see. Everyone here loves you. My family loves you...” His voice faded away.
Her head rose up as she stared at him.
“Yeah, I think I do too.” He was stunned that the words just popped out like that. But he’d always been that way. What he thought he said and here again, it would get him into trouble as usual. He finished his food and sat his fork down.
Her eyes rounded as she looked breathless for a minute, but she said not a word.
“Ok,” he said to push past it. “Are you almost done eating?”
She nodded and wiped her mouth with a napkin. “It was wonderful. Reva is a great cook. I already knew that though. She has brought me plates of food to the bakery.”
“Yeah, Gator chose well when he got with her. I mean after...” His voice fell away.
Sara looked up. “After what?”
Hound shrugged. “It’s just old history, but at one time...He hesitated. “My oldest brother was married to her.”
Batting her eyes Sara asked, “Really? So she was related to you by—”
“No, no she isn’t anymore. He well... Sara, he wasn’t a good man.”
Her eyes really widened now. “A Moore male that wasn’t a good... That is just... Well, all of you are decent men. The way you take care of each other and your parents.”
“Yeah...” He stood and grabbed both plates. “It is a long story and not mine to tell, but Bulldog wasn’t...I mean Harry Moore. He...”
Sara looked puzzled.
“It’s in the past. Come on. We need to go and meet Deke,” he told her.
She got up and they went to take their plates and silverware to the kitchen.
Hound now wondered what Deke and Zipper had found out about her brother and he wondered if she would get yet another blow. Hell, he knew what it felt like to have a brother do shitty things and fully taint the family with bad deeds. He only hoped the news wouldn’t be another disaster for her.
Chapter Thirteen
Sara didn’t expect such a modest office, considering how the rest of the place was built. But that’s what she found when Hound escorted her into Dekes office. It did say, Deke Tory President Of the Sin’s Bastards on a plate on the door though.
Another man was there when they went in. Tall and wide shouldered with longer hair. With a leaner build than most of the bikers she saw here, but he was still a fairly big guy.
Hound held her elbow as he brought her to the desk that had a few leather chairs in front of it. “This is Zipper, Sara. He is the IT for the Sin’s.”
Zipper smiled. “Yeah and Hound has some skills too. Don’t let him fool you. If you have stuff to hide...” His voice faded away. “I didn’t mean that you do...”
Hound shook his head. “Good with computers but not people.”
“Hey!” Zipper grinned. “I can socialize.”
Hound shook his head. “On Instagram, maybe.”
Deke motioned for them to sit. “Ok, we got that out of the way. We have some things to...” He paused and glanced at Hound. “...Show you.”
Hound sighed. “How bad is it, Prez?”
Deke looked perplexed. “We don’t know really. It’s conflicting.”
Hound sat down and looked really curious now.
“Conflicting?” Sara repeated. “You and your dad said this before. What the hell does that mean?” She felt a little ticked off and nervous. Yes, she knew it was the situation but she just couldn’t seem to suppress her frustration.
Deke motioned to Zipper. “See for yourself.”
Zipper moved his laptop over to the front. “Don’t ask how I got this, K?” He tapped a key.
A video came on.
Sara sat forward with a gasp. “It’s Corey Black.”
“Yeah...” Deke grunted. “Then he has a visitor.”
Sara watched intently. It looked like Corey was out in a back alley at a service entrance.
He moved to the side and lit up a smoke.
“So far, we find that he smokes...” Hound sighed.
Then another man appeared. Tall, dark hair with his back to the camera. He said a few words to Corey but there didn’t seemed to be any sound.
“Who...” Sara started to ask until she saw the word Razor on the back of his jacket with a devil graphic beneath it. “No...”
The man with the jacket grabbed Corey up and literally slid his body up the wall with a chokehold.
Corey was struggling and gasping for air. He couldn’t speak.
Then Razor popped out a mean looking switchblade.
Sara leaned forward breathless. “He isn’t he...” She couldn’t swallow. Is this her brother? Was he about to kill Corey Black?
“Just watch closely,” Deke grumbled. “Hound, you may need to sit close to her.”
Looking tense, Hound did so.
Razor used the knife deftly and cut Corey’s tie and the buttons from his dress shirt. He used it swiftly and smoothly like it was an art form, buttons flew and the shirt fell open exposing Corey’s chest.
Corey stilled in seeming fear as his eyes bulged with terror. His eyes rolled up in his head and he slumped.
Razor then allowed a passed out Corey to slide down the wall. He quickly straddled him with his long legs and clamped his hand over Corey’s mouth.
“Oh, my god,” Sara whispered as her hands shook.
Then holding Corey down, he started to carve into his chest as blood ran down and over to the white dress shirt Corey wore.
Sara bolted up from her chair. “Oh, my god!”
Hound stood too and put his arm around her. “Shut it off!”
Zipper got up and hit a button. The screen went black.
