Down & Dirty: Dawg (Dirty Angels MC Book 7)

by Jeanne St. James

  “I’m hanging up now.”

  “Keeks, wait.”

  “What?”

  “Seriously, you can’t even imagine how much I appreciate the shit you’re doin’ for Em an’ me. An’ gotta say I’m fuckin’ thrilled for you an’ Hawk. He’s gonna make a damn good dad.”

  “Yeah,” she breathed. “Damn it, you’re going to make me cry! These freaking hormones!”

  “He loves you, Keeks. More than life itself.”

  “I know.” She sniffled loudly.

  “Want me an’ Em to have what you an’ he got.”

  “Shut up before I run out of tissues and have to use my sleeve!”

  Dawg chuckled.

  “Dawg...”

  “Yeah?”

  “You’re a good man. Never doubt that, hear me?”

  “Yeah,” he mumbled before the phone went dead.

  “Talked to Kiki. She’s got everything filed.”

  Emma stared up at the large man who had pulled her away from the customer she’d been trying to talk into a lap dance with Cocoa. Luckily, Cocoa noticed Dawg dragging her away and slipped in next to the customer to get the sale.

  Emma should be relieved at Dawg’s news, but it made her stomach twist more than anything. This was only the beginning of what she expected to be a long, difficult fight. One she was not looking forward to at all.

  Her husband’s family had money. If they wanted to, they could drag out not only the divorce, but the custody agreement and certainly fight the restraining order.

  “And what’s going on with Diesel and his men locating her?”

  Dawg hadn’t said anything lately, and she didn’t want to keep bugging, but he had told her several times already that Diesel’s men were experts at finding people who didn’t want to be found. So if anyone could find her husband and daughter, it would be them.

  “Think they got a location. On their way to check it out.”

  Her heart raced with the anticipation of possibly getting her daughter back soon. “Is she okay?”

  “Yeah, baby girl, she’s okay. Have a feelin’ she’ll be home soon. ‘Cause of that, need to have a talk.”

  Her stomach flipped. “What kind of talk?”

  “’Bout us. What’s gonna happen when Lily gets home. ‘Cause she is comin’ home, baby girl. No doubt.”

  He grabbed her hand and dragged her toward the back of the club. She followed as fast as her heels would allow. “Slow down! Where are we going?”

  “Upstairs. Need quiet an’ privacy.”

  This sounded serious. She wasn’t sure if she liked the sound of this whole thing. “Is this a serious talk?”

  He glanced over his shoulder at her. “Baby girl, stop askin’ questions an’ walk faster, will you?”

  “But the club...”

  “Moose got it handled.”

  “But—”

  “No lip, woman.”

  Her mouth dropped open, then she snapped it shut. “Well, you’re being awfully bossy.”

  “Yeah,” he grunted.

  Yeah.

  If he was going to be bossy, then she was going to ask a million questions, which drove him nuts. “We couldn’t talk in your office?”

  “Fuckin’ Em, the questions!”

  Emma giggled. “You don’t like all of my questions?”

  “Fuckin’ killin’ me here.”

  Fighting back her smirk, she asked, “How am I killin’ you?”

  With a growl, Dawg picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder, making her squeal with laughter. He plowed through the back door of the club and up the stairs to his apartment, his shoulder knocking the air out her lungs with each determined step he took.

  “Am I heavy?” she asked as soon as she got her breath back.

  “Gonna give you a damn spankin’.”

  “And what reason do you have to spank me?”

  With another growl he strode through the apartment and back to the bedroom to throw her on the bed, where she landed with a bounce, her hair falling over her face. She swept it away just in time to see him stripping off his cut and shirt, exposing his broad tattooed chest.

  And that really got her in the gut. The man was beautiful. She’d seen him naked more times than she could count by now and he still made her heart flutter and her insides get warm when he took his clothes off.

  Who would have thought some heavily tattooed biker who wore clunky silver jewelry and sported a beard would turn her on so much?

  Not her.

  But the man before her drove her crazy in a good way.

  “Aren’t we going to talk?”

  “Got lots to talk ‘bout. First gonna fuck.”

  His low, gravelly voice announcing they were “gonna fuck” made her pussy clench. “Why?”

  He paused in unbuttoning his jeans. “Why?”

  “Yes, why?”

  “Emma,” he growled.

  “What?” she asked, then rolled her lips under to hide her amusement.

  “Holy fuck. Never heard anyone ask so many fuckin’ questions as you.”

  “Really?”

  He snorted. Then he undid his boots, yanked them and his socks off, tossing them across the room. As soon as he shoved his jeans down, along with his boxers, he dove onto the bed, tackling her.

  Emma lost her breath as his weight hit her, and she squealed as he shoved his bearded face into her neck and rubbed the wiry whiskers against her skin.

  She giggled, digging her fingers into his hair and yanked his head back. “You’re bad. We should be working.”

  “Don’t think the manager’s gonna care.” He pushed one of the straps of her dress off her shoulder and down her arm, so he could latch his lips onto her hard, aching nipple. Rolling her head back, she gasped when the pull of his mouth drew a line of lightning straight from her breast directly to her pussy.

  Lord, this man was good in bed. He knew exactly what to do to her to make her lose her mind. He was not a selfish lover at all. As his mouth tugged on one nipple, his fingers dug under her dress to find the other and when they did...

  Her back arched, and she cried out.

  “Like that?” he murmured against her damp skin.

  “Oh, yes,” she whimpered. “Love it.”

  He moved up and pressed his mouth to her ear, his warm breath and his words made a shiver skitter down her spine. “More than you love me?”

  “It’s a close second, baby.”

  He took her mouth then, dragging his tongue over her lips, then dipping it inside, the tips of their tongues touching. She couldn’t help but groan. He got her so wet, so ready, so quickly.

  “Baby,” she managed to get out.

  “Yeah?”

  “Is there a reason why you’re doing this before we talk?”

  “Yeah.”

  She waited for his explanation as he kissed down her neck and then scraped his teeth over her collar bone before working his way down and latching onto her nipple again, which made her forget what she just asked.

  He tugged the dress farther down her body, kissing her skin as he went. Over her belly, her hips, his breath hot and damp, making her break out in goosebumps. Cupping her breasts, she thumbed her own nipples as Dawg finished sliding the dress down her legs and over her feet. He tossed it aside, then sat back on his heels, watching her touch herself, his green eyes dark, his nostrils flaring.

  “Baby girl,” he murmured, his eyelids heavy, his cock long and hard jutting away from his body. “Can’t get enough of you.”

  “Same here.”

  “Want the beard?”

  “Yes,” she moaned, spreading her legs to give him access. Hell yes, she wanted the beard.

  With a grin, he got into position and his mouth on her wasn’t gentle, it was rough. The way she liked it. He sucked, and bit and flicked her clit, shoving two fingers inside her, curling them, driving her hips off the bed as he found the spot he liked to tease.

  “Yes, baby, that’s it,” she encouraged him, her
mind spinning out of control, her heart beating furiously.

  “Taste so good, baby girl,” he murmured against her mound, then ground his face harder against her. “Gonna taste like you the rest of the night.”

  What? “No!”

  “Yep. Ain’t gonna wash my face an’ gonna go back downstairs knowin’ that none of those fuckers will ever get to taste you. All mine, baby girl.”

  “Dawson, that’s gross.”

  “No, it ain’t. Wanna savor you the rest of the night.”

  Emma groaned and threw her head back onto the pillow. There was no way she was letting him go back downstairs like that. She’d be embarrassed the rest of the night, whether anyone else realized what was lurking in his beard or not. She’d know.

  He moved back up her body and went nose to nose with her. “Wanna see how good you taste?’

  “Not really, I—”

  He kissed her anyway, letting her experience her own flavor. After she completely melted into the bed, he lifted his head. “So hot.”

  “What?” she asked then bit her bottom lip, playing innocent.

  “You tastin’ yourself.”

  “Hmm, we might have to try that with you.”

  He frowned. “Ain’t gonna happen.”

  She forced herself to keep her expression serious. “Why? It’s okay for me but not for you?”

  “Right,” he grunted.

  She laughed. “Men!”

  He shrugged. “Now time to get down to business.”

  “You mean our talk?” she teased.

  “Got somethin’ better to do first,” he said as he settled between her parted thighs and pressed the head of his cock between her slick folds.

  Yes, they did.

  “Want me?” he asked, his eyelids heavy, his green eyes dark. The intensity in his look made a warmth spread through her.

  He was pressing just enough to make her want more but not enough to satisfy her. He was being a total tease. “Yes. Do you want me?”

  “Fuck yeah.” He grunted as he thrusted forward, filling her, making her feel complete. “Nobody but you.”

  The man knew how to move his hips in a way that caused her neck to arch, her mouth to part with short bursts of breath and whimpers, to encourage her to wrap her legs around his hips and dig her heels into the backs of his thighs.

  The man who looked so rough on the outside had such surprising finesse in bed.

  They fit.

  They weren’t anything alike, but they fit together perfectly.

  He grunted again as she raked her nails over his shoulders and down his back. Digging her fingers into the flesh of his ass, she encouraged him to move faster, harder. But he didn’t.

  He kept his pace slow and steady until she was squirming beneath him, crying out, cursing him, begging him to give it to her the way she loved it. No, the way she loved it with Dawg. No, with Dawson.

  He dropped his head and snagged a nipple into his mouth, tugging on it, scraping it with his teeth.

  Yes. That’s how she liked it from him.

  But it wasn’t just the sex with him that did it for her.

  He made her feel something she hadn’t felt in a long time. Her heart had been ripped out of her chest when Lily had been taken. And now, it was almost full again. By not only the knowledge that her daughter would soon be home but also by this man.

  She pushed all of that out of her head, so she could enjoy these moments with him. The mindless pleasure and the connection they shared.

  “Em,” he murmured, then licked her all the way from her nipple up to her neck, trailing his warm, wet tongue up her throat.

  “Hmm?”

  “Thinkin’ too much,” he grumbled against her now damp skin.

  “Think so?”

  “Know so.”

  “Then make it so I can’t think of anything but you and what you’re doing.” With that she slapped his ass so hard that he jerked in surprise.

  He growled and increased his pace, pounding her until she could think of nothing but him and how her body reacted to him. He gently nipped the delicate skin behind her ear, then traced his tongue around the outer edge. “Love fuckin’ you.”

  The feeling was mutual.

  Every forceful thrust of his hips jolted her, but she wasn’t going to tell him to let up. No...

  “Give me all of you, Dawson.”

  “Givin’ it.”

  “Not enough. I need more,” she encouraged. “Give me everything.”

  He lifted his head, his expression serious. “Em, givin’ you everythin’ I have. It’s all yours.”

  She dug her hands into his hair and yanked his head down, grabbing his lower lip with her teeth and tugging hard enough for him to feel it.

  With a groan, he shuddered, his pace stuttering. He took her mouth forcefully, smothering her moan as he increased his rhythm once again.

  He worked his hand down between them, finding her clit and pinching her hard, swallowing her cry. That was all it took...

  Her core squeezed him tight and everything exploded around her, dragging him with her on that journey. He released her mouth and grunted loudly as he thrust hard once more, grinding his hips tightly against her. His cock twitched as he buried his face into her neck and came deep inside her. For a split moment, she imagined what it would be like not to be on birth control, to become pregnant, to carry this man’s baby, to bear his children. To let him experience everything he missed by being shut out of his daughter’s life.

  He’d missed out on so much.

  She lightly drew her fingers up his back, over his damp skin and the “colors” he wore on his skin. The tattoos that represented his unusual family, the people he belonged to, his brotherhood. Visible proof that he was an extremely loyal man.

  When she finally caught her breath, she asked, “I know the tattoos on your back are there for a reason, but what about the rest? Do they all have meaning?” She stroked his hair, his weight on her a satisfying feeling.

  He shifted slightly, relieving some of his bulk from her, but his cock remained inside her, still hard. He probably felt the same as her, not ready to break that intimate connection.

  “A lot of ‘em do, yeah,” he murmured into her neck.

  “I’m not sure I’d ever get a tattoo...” she admitted. “Did they hurt?”

  “Some did. Depends where they’re at,” he said.

  “I honestly don’t understand it.”

  “Gettin’ ink?”

  “Yes,” she answered.

  “Don’t like ‘em?”

  She considered that question for a moment. “You know, if someone would’ve asked me that before meeting you, I would’ve said no, I don’t like them. But now that I’ve seen you naked, I can’t say I hate them. It’s you. It makes you who you are and I actually can’t imagine you without them.”

  “Em...” he murmured.

  Every time he simply said her name in that deep, grumbly voice of his, it set the butterflies afloat in her stomach. She’d never tire of him saying it. “Yeah?”

  With a sigh, he slipped out of her, slid to her side and gathered her in his arms. “If you would’ve met me in another way other than what you did, would you’ve given me the time of day?”

  Emma’s breath hitched. She knew the answer, and he knew the answer, so she wasn’t sure why he was asking it.

  “Truth,” he prodded.

  “You know the answer, Dawson.”

  “Know this is fucked up an’ ain’t glad Lily was taken, but if she hadn’t been, I’d never would’ve met you.”

  “Probably not.”

  “Sometimes fate’s fucked up.”

  She turned her head to glance at him, but he wasn’t looking at her. Instead, he was staring across the room, a thoughtful, faraway look on his face. She brushed her fingers down his cheek and over his beard, drawing his attention. “Yes, it is.”

  Was fate why they met? Were they destined to be together? Did she even believe in that kind of stuff?
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  She couldn’t imagine what happened with Lily came about so that she’d meet the man lying next to her.

  That didn’t make any sense. Because if it was, the fates were twisted.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Dawg felt bad for what happened to Lily, but like he said, if it hadn’t happened this woman never would have walked into his life, never would’ve given him a second look.

  But it was more than that. Her calling him for an audition set things in motion he never would have expected.

  “Gotta thank you, Em.”

  “For what?”

  “If it wasn’t’ for you showin’ up at my club, forcin’ your way into my life ‘cause you were so damned determined to get your girl back, I mighta never thought ‘bout my own daughter. Mighta let it go. Fuckin’ missed out on knowin’ my own flesh an’ blood.”

  “Dawson,” she whispered. “We still don’t know what’s going to happen with that. Even if you prove she’s your daughter, you might have a bigger fight on your hands than me. I don’t want you to get your hopes up to only have them dashed because her mother can afford to fight long and hard over keeping you away from Caitlin.”

  “Can’t keep her out of my life forever.” He waited fourteen years, he could wait four more if he had to.

  “Right. Once she’s an adult, she can choose for herself, but still...”

  “Em...”

  “Yeah, baby?”

  Her simply calling him “baby” made him happy. Something as simple as that. “That’s why I need to talk to you. ‘Bout us. ‘Bout what’s gonna happen from here on out. Need to make some decisions.”

  “What decisions?”

  “Important ones.” He rolled until he was over her once more, and he tried to keep the worry off his face. “Need to know how we stand.”

  “Dawson, I’m not even divorced, and Lily isn’t even home yet.”

  “Will be soon,” he said, his eyes sliding to the side as he thought about how she would never need that divorce. Then they pinned back on her. “It’s because of Lily an’ Caitlin we gotta have this talk now. Not later. Gotta know if you’re in this all the way.”

  “You want us to continue,” she murmured.

  “Yeah. I do. Do you?”

  Emma sucked in a deep breath and he knew why she hesitated. If it was just her, she’d probably have no problem with being with him. But it wasn’t just her. Her decision would affect more than just the woman beneath him.