Dead Bastard

by Jenika Snow

  “I’m trying to be a man and not an animal, Daniella.” His pupils constricted and dilated over and over again, as if he was fighting with himself. The sound that came from him was so masculine and untamed; she had never heard anything like it before. And then he was pulling out and slamming back into her, faster and more forcefully than he had when he first penetrated her. All she could do was hold on and ride out the wave of pleasure he was creating inside of her, to grab onto the pain and let it morph into ecstasy.

  He leaned back enough that he could watch as he moved in and out of her. “Put your hands above your head,” he said but didn’t look at her face.

  She did has he said, and when she was stretched out before him he took hold of both of her wrists in one of his hands and tightened his hold on her. Sweat coated her skin, and his body moved along hers, slicked with his own perspiration. Their breathing was loud in the small room, and even though she wanted to cry out because it felt so good, nothing came from her.

  The sounds Shakes made had goose bumps popping out along her flesh, and had her pussy even wetter. His dark hair brushed his chin, but because he was just as sweaty as she was it stuck to his face. A powerful expression was on his face, but he was looking at her now, right at her.

  He slammed into her hard. “You think I’ll ever be satisfied if you’re not mine, Daniella?” He pumped into her again, harder than last time, and hit something deep and sensitive, something had had her pussy clenching around his cock uncontrollably. “That’s it, fucking milk my cock until we both come.” He thrust again and again. Shakes was sweating heavily now, and those beads of wetness dropped onto her belly. The feeling was hot and then cooled, but everything else faded away when he placed his thumb on her clit, pressed on the nub, and rubbed it back and forth.

  Daniella exploded right then and there for the third time, but it was different; it stole her breath, had her heart stalling in her chest, and had her wetter than she’d ever been before. Shakes cursed wildly as he started to find his own release. Daniella arched her back, unable to control even the most basic movement at that moment. It seemed like an eternity passed before she heard the sounds of the room saturate her senses.

  “Look at me.”

  She forced her head off the mattress, but it was hard as hell as the sensations washed through her. He was still pounding in and out of her, and the sweat that covered his body made his ink and muscles stand out in stark relief.

  “You are so fucking beautiful like this.” He breathed out, closed his eyes, and growled low. His thrusting increased impossibly faster, and she knew he was close to coming. He stared right into her. “So open and coming so hard you are getting everything fucking soaked.” And then he stilled deep inside of her, bottomed all the way out, and roared as he came.

  It was the most intense thing Daniella had ever seen. When his body stopped shaking violently he collapsed over her, and braced his hands right beside her head before he crushed her with his massive weight. His face was close to hers, and their breath mingled together. It still looked like he was trying to get control of himself even though he had just gotten off. He pulled out of her, and a soft whimper left her at the feeling of being suddenly empty. When he was beside her, they lay there in silence for a few minutes, both trying to catch their breath.

  This MC member was risking everything to be with her, was being hunted by her father, and all she could think about was the fear and worry of what was happening. Their lives were different, she was different, and hadn’t she trying to get away from the bad shit that followed her because of her father? Daniella might not agree with everything an MC did, what her father did, too, but she also knew that for every violent and illegal act they committed in the name of their club, they also protected the ones they cared about with their lives.

  There were many obstacles that could get between them and they still had to deal with her father, but she wanted this for herself, and wasn’t about to let it go, not even for her father.

  Daniella woke up to Shakes gripping her hip. Last night had been out of this world. She’d never expected to be taken to heaven multiple times in one night, especially since she’d been a virgin. He was an expert in the bedroom in more ways than one, and although there had been pain, the pleasure he’d given her had far outweighed it.

  “We’ve got to go, baby,” he said, kissing her neck.

  She was sore from spending the night with his dick inside her. They’d taken a shower together but it didn’t help to ease the soreness between her thighs.

  “What?” she asked, confused. Pushing some hair off her face, she stared around the crappy motel room. They’d only been here for such a short time, and already he wanted to go? Everything else that had happened in the last twenty-four hours rushed over her. Shit, crap, fuck. Her father and his minions were out there hunting them, and she knew staying in one place for far too long would have their location being found easily enough.

  Wiping the sleep from her eyes, she pulled out of Shakes’ arms.

  “We’ll eat while we’re on the road,” Shakes said.

  She nodded, grabbing her jeans, and dragging them up her thighs. Out of everything she expected from her life, losing her virginity in a crappy hotel hadn’t been one of them. She’d really thought her virginity would have been taken with a bit more class. She didn’t regret giving her virginity to Shakes; her biggest regret was doing it while they were running.

  Leaving him in the main room, she closed the bathroom door and went to the toilet. Once she was finished, she flushed then washed her hands. She didn’t even have a toothbrush with her as her teeth were the last thing on her mind.

  Her first night away from the comforts of blood money, and she was already missing some of the creature comforts that Zeke had provided for her.

  Daniella didn’t look at Shakes when she went back into the bedroom.

  “We’re going to be trading in the bike for a car today,” he said.

  “Fine.”

  She pulled her backpack on then moved toward the door. Daniella pulled the curtain back, wondering if anyone was out there waiting from her father’s crew.

  “Dani?” Shakes asked.

  “What?”

  “Are you okay?”

  “Why wouldn’t I be okay?”

  He moved up behind her, gripping her shoulders. “Last night was your first time.”

  “So. I thought first times weren’t a big deal.”

  “It’s not for guys. You’re not a guy though.”

  She shrugged him off. “Shouldn’t we get going? I don’t want Zeke to find us and kill you.”

  Shakes let out a sigh. “I wish this could be better.”

  “It could have been better. It would have involved waiting, but neither of us could wait, and so we’re on the run from my dad. I get it. Believe me, I do.” She bit her lip, resting her head against the window. “It shouldn’t have to be like this.”

  He moved some of her hair off her neck. “I know, baby. We’ll get what you want. We’ll be able to be together, and your father won’t get to say shit.”

  Daniella nodded. What else was she supposed to say? It was her hope even though she knew deep down, Zeke would kill Shakes before he saw her happy with the MC member.

  “Come on, we may as well get on the road.” She opened the door to the hotel room, and they made their way down to the reception. Daniella waited for him to pay for the room before they went to his bike.

  Riding the Harley was going to be hard for her. After last night, her pussy was incredibly sore. Shakes climbed on, handing her a helmet, which she took without argument.

  Straddling the bike, she gripped his waist.

  He took off, and they rode to the nearest car sales lot.

  “Stay here,” Shakes said.

  Daniella didn’t like his attitude but stayed put until she spotted the telephone. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out some change, then walked the short distance to the payphone. She didn’t trust turning her p
hone on and Zeke being able to trace it. He had many ways to find out where someone was, and after she’d turned off her cell she’d taken out the battery to make sure there had been no signal.

  It seemed strange even seeing a payphone in this day and age, but then again this was a shitty motel in a seedy little town. Putting the coins in the slot, she dialed Zeke’s number. For the first couple of seconds, the phone rang. She was about to hang up when he picked up.

  “Hello,” Zeke said.

  Just hearing her father’s voice had her heart racing.

  “Hello?” She closed her eyes, resting her head against the glass.

  “Who is this?”

  “It’s me,” she said, talking quietly.

  “Dani?” Zeke asked, sounding worried, but also angry.

  “Yeah, it’s me.”

  “Where are you?” he asked, frantic.

  “I can’t tell you that.”

  “Is Shakes there? Put him on the fucking phone.”

  “Why can’t you talk to me?” she asked, upset that he wouldn’t talk to her, that he wanted to talk to Shakes right away to probably threaten him.

  “He shouldn’t have fucking taken you, Dani. He knows he did wrong, and that’s why he ran. He knew I wanted you safe.”

  “You don’t think I’m safe with Shakes? He cares about me.”

  “He’s a rough fucking biker, Dani. Shakes doesn’t know how to love.”

  Daniella laughed. “I guess that makes the two of you then doesn’t it, Dad?”

  Silence fell after her words. She wanted to cry. Was it possible that she wanted Zeke to love her? For so long she’d been used to hating him, and now she didn’t know what to make of it. She’d just lost her virginity and she couldn’t talk to anyone about it. Daniella had nothing.

  “I love you, Dani.”

  It surprised her that he’d even utter those words, given the type of man he was. “You’re a worse person than Shakes. At least he’s taking the time, and risking everything for me. What did you do? Oh that’s right, pass me off as if I were nothing, leaving like always.” Daniella didn’t realize she was crying until Shakes turned her to him. She didn’t even care that he’d caught her talking to her father.

  “Baby,” he said, holding her close.

  “Dani, is that him?” Zeke asked, as if he didn’t know.

  She ignored him, keeping the phone against her ear but pressing her face against Shakes’ shirt. His warmth surrounded her, and for the first time since in a long time, she felt safe.

  “I’m sorry,” she said. “I called him.”

  Shakes took the phone from her, placing it to his ear.

  “What the fuck are you doing with my daughter,” Zeke said, shouting.

  “We’re safe,” Shakes said. “You can stop hunting us.”

  She winced as Zeke made no move to tone down his voice.

  “I’m never going to stop hunting you, you stupid piece of shit. Your days were numbered the moment you took Dani. You’re a dead bastard, Shakes. Fucking dead. I’ve got everyone hunting you.”

  The more Zeke spoke, the more the tears fell. There was no chance for her and Shakes. If they were caught, Zeke was going to kill him.

  Taking the phone from his grip, she cut her father’s tirade off.

  “You’re never going to find us. I love Shakes, and I’m sticking with him. If you really loved me you’d let me live my life, happy that I found someone.” She placed the phone back in the cradle before he could respond.

  “Why did you call him?” Shakes asked.

  “I thought I could get him to stop trying to find us and to call off his goons. I didn’t want for us to be on the run all the time.” She shrugged. “I guess we really don’t have a choice anymore.”

  Shakes cupped her cheeks, wiping away her tears with his thumbs. “I love you too, Dani. This is crazy of us, I know, but I wouldn’t change it for anyone or anything. We’re running together.”

  She swallowed down the ball of emotion that seemed to be clogging her throat. “Did you find a car?”

  “We’ve got a car and a trade.” He dangled some keys from his finger. “Are you ready to really go on the run with me?”

  “Yes. Can we stop at a drive-thru or something? I’m starving.”

  “Your wish is my command, lady.”

  She giggled, and they walked toward the car. It looked like a really shit car, but Daniella didn’t mind. That phone call she’d just put through to her father was the last one. She didn’t want Shakes to die because of her, nor did she want to lose him for anything.

  Climbing into the passenger side, she watched Shakes slide in behind the wheel, and couldn’t help laughing.

  “What is it?” he asked.

  “You’ve got no idea how crazy you look in a car.” She placed a hand over her mouth to stop herself from laughing.

  “You’re used to me straddling my bike.”

  “Pretty much. It’s going to take some getting used to.” He shuffled behind the wheel, and Daniella looked out of the window.

  “It’s something for us to laugh at,” Shakes said.

  He turned over the ignition, and they were travelling far away from her father, The Soldiers of Wrath, and her past.

  Shakes reached over and locked their fingers together. Giving his hand a squeeze, she smiled at him. “We’re going to be okay.”

  “I believe you.” She leaned over, kissed his cheek, and squeezed his hand, showing that she trusted him. Together, they could make a go of this life without fear from her father.

  “I’m going to drive for a while. If your father was able to trace the call, I don’t want to give him the chance to catch up with us, before we eat food.”

  “Okay.” Every time she thought they had a chance, Shakes changed her mind. “Are you mad at me for calling my dad?”

  “No. I saw you walking toward the phone booth. If I was mad, I could have stopped you at any time. I decided not to. He’s still your father, and I’d have preferred to be with you at home. He wouldn’t accept that; so, we’re making the most with what we have left.”

  Yes, they did have to make do with the hand they were dealt.

  Shakes left Daniella in the diner while he made his way to the payphone just outside of the restaurant. When he turned to look at Daniella, he saw her sipping at the coffee that he’d just gotten for her.

  Putting some change into the phone, he dialed the clubhouse’s main line.

  They would be out hunting for him very soon, if not already, and he needed to apologize to them. He’d tossed their phones when they’d checked out of the motel because tracing their location was a very real threat. Could they run forever? He didn’t want to, but he’d do it for her.

  Last night with Daniella had been amazing. She’d been a virgin, and he’d fucked some beautiful women in his time, but Daniella was one in a million, a female that owned him. He was far from virginal, and yet last night, a virgin had been perfect for him.

  “Hello,” Joker said, answering.

  “Hey, Joker, it’s me.” He heard some commotion in the background as his ex-brothers shouted who was on the phone. They had to be his ex-brothers. There was no space for him in the club anymore. He’d quit the club the moment he took Daniella.

  “Shakes?” Demon said, coming on the line.

  “Yeah, Demon.”

  “What the fuck have you done? You piece of shit. You bring Daniella back right now. She’s not worth this shit.”

  On and on Demon kept yelling at him, telling him exactly what he should do, and what he shouldn’t be doing.

  “I do anything now and I’m a dead man.”

  “Shakes, you’re a dead man fucking walking right now. Zeke is going to hunt you. He wants us to hunt you.”

  “And you’re not going to do it?” Silence met his question.

  Letting out a sigh, he watched as Dani talked to the waitress who came toward their table. She was laughing and smiling, looking so damned happy. She deserved a hell
of a lot better than him. He loved her though, and he couldn’t let her go.

  “Zeke will kill Deanna and my kid if we don’t find you.”

  Shakes rested his head against the glass much like Dani had when talking to her father.

  “Shit, man, I’m sorry.” That confirmed it. If he went back home, he was going to be a dead man instantly.

  “Come home.”

  “I can’t. I like Deanna, but I love Dani and I’ve promised her that we’d be together. I can’t give her what her father can, but I’m better for her.” He didn’t doubt that he loved her, and a part of him felt like a piece of shit for turning his back on his brothers, but he had to do this. Dani was the woman for him. It was bad luck her father was one of the deadliest men around.

  “Shakes, you’re fucking dead,” Demon said. “And my woman is dead. I’m not going to allow that to happen.”

  “Tell Deana I’m really sorry. I never wanted anything bad to happen to her or to you. I love the club.”

  “But you love this woman more?” Demon asked, his voice hard.

  “You can’t be serious.” This came from Joker in the background.

  “I’m serious.” Shakes didn’t want Deanna or her baby killed. “Keep looking for me. Zeke won’t just kill Deanna for no good reason.”

  “When we get you, we’re handing you over to Zeke,” Demon said.

  Shakes couldn’t help but laugh. “If you find me. Don’t forget boys, I’m the hardest guy to find, because I know how to stay hidden.”

  He hung up, and made his way back into the diner. Daniella was eating a burger when he got to the table. He’d made her wait a good two hours before he’d fed her, but they were not at risk of being found anytime soon.

  “How was your phone call?” she asked.

  “Fine.” He was tempted to tell her about the threat to Deanna’s life but then thought better of it. If she knew Deanna was in danger, she’d try to take her place. He knew he was being a selfish prick right now, but he was already in deep. Daniella was what was important to him, and he wasn’t going to risk her just to save another woman. The waitress brought over his order. He stared at Daniella, questioningly.