Dutch: (Lucifer's Breed MC Book 4)

by Ryder Dane

  Forrester and Dutch had taken care of the body, and she had washed up in the kitchen sink there at the house. Once his blood rinsed down the drain, she walked out to the back yard and looked the old house over in the morning light. She had no memories of the place, and from what she’d seen inside, Houston had erased any trace of the Willard family that might have remained.

  *****

  Three days later, the news reported that, “Well known Attorney Houston’s body had been found on a train track near the flats.” Everyone knew that the flats was a very poor area, and the train yard was a favored spot to dump things and people that no longer had use.

  Muff and Teresa were still going at it like it was their last days on earth, but Dutch only pulled her over to hold her each night. He never pushed her for sex, and she wasn’t offering until they’d hammered out her concerns about a relationship between them.

  He came to her while she folded a stack of linens on the display table in the store and told her, “It’s time for us to talk. We can’t do that here. Grab your purse and a sweater or whatever you need for a couple of days.”

  The only reason that she complied with his demand was that she felt the same way.

  They were getting nowhere by avoiding the issues. And if he was feeling the same sadness that she was feeling, then they needed to make the break as painless as possible.

  They were headed west and she didn’t bother to ask him what their destination was. She just held on and enjoyed the scenery.

  They stopped for fuel and Dutch laughed when he saw that she held a small paper sack in her hands as she walked towards him. This was going to work out, he was going to make it work even if it took every bit of compromise that he could muster. She wasn’t just a fluffy bike bunny. She was bad assed, and even if she never had to use her skills in skinning again, he would remember what he’d seen and smile.

  The first chocolate covered peanut was held to his lips five miles down the road. He licked it from between her fingertips and when the next one came to rest on his lips, he opened his mouth and sucked in her fingers holding the candy inside them.

  By the time that the bag of candy was emptied, they had gone over seventy miles and Dutch had a hard on that wasn’t about to deflate on its own. He pulled off of the highway and started looking for some privacy to pull over and deal with the need that Kylie inspired.

  He found a turn off jutting through some trees and told her to hang on, as he guided the bike over the tall weeds and washed out holes in the path. The flat cement surface was a surprise, but there were weeds growing up through the cracks in the concrete that told its own story of abandonment. It was obvious that the property owners had abandoned plans to build a home here. He didn’t plan on staying for more than an hour but was happy that he could set the kickstand and not worry that the bike might drop on unstable ground.

  Kylie got off and he pulled her close for a long kiss. “It’s up to you, do we fuck first or talk? My vote is that you drop those pants and straddle my dick right here, right now. The choice is yours, but make it quick.” He groaned when she kicked her boots off and shimmied out of the tight denim covering her beautiful ass.

  “Baby, did I ever tell you what a beautiful ass you have? One of these days, real soon, I’m gonna bury my cock in that hole, but today is not the day. Today I want to fuck you long, hard, and deep.” She pulled her shirt over her head and he grinned. “You have the prettiest titties I’ve ever seen. Come here so we can get cozy.”

  She smiled, but between the thoughts about a possible permanent relationship with him and the hum of the bike under her ass all of the past miles had her primed. His offer to give her a choice was almost laughable.

  Watching him stand with his legs still straddling the bike while he opened his pants and released his cock gave her reason to lick her lips. She wanted to taste him, but from the moisture that she felt soaking her pussy lips and inner thighs, she needed him to satisfy the deep craving for his cock to join their bodies, and she wasted no time raising her leg over his lap.

  “I need some help here, my legs are shorter than yours.” His hands gripped her rib cage and he grunted as he hefted her up and over the gas tank. She grinned and slowly lowered her back to rest against the tank. She could feel the gas cap digging into her back between her shoulder blades but seeing his eyes light up as he raised his hands to cup her breasts and tease her nipples was worth the discomfort.

  He stood again and dragged her body down a couple of inches to arrange her lower body so all he had to do was slide his length straight inside of her pussy. She gasped as his cock penetrated the pink grip of her cunt. His fingers held onto her nipples, pinching them sharply and she arched her back up even higher, the motion slammed her pussy down onto the root of his dick.

  She clenched her teeth to keep from screaming her pleasure. But when one of his hands left her breast to slide down her belly and settled onto the top of her clit, she lost all inhibitions and did her best to raise and lower her hips to drive the pleasure higher. His other hand joined in the fun and while one set of fingers pulled her pussy lips apart. The other fingers strummed and stroked the tiny muscle peeking from under the shroud of its protective cowl.

  She grabbed her breasts and pinched her own nipples. “Oh God, yes. Help me, I can’t, oh god, I yes.” There was nothing but white heat and then colors exploded in her brain and behind her closed eyes.

  Dutch planted both feet on the ground and grabbed her hips to raise them for him to move faster and harder, slamming his cock into the tight glove of her clenching cunt. Fuck it was too good, he was coming and didn’t try to hold back once she came. So fuckin’ good. He drove home and held her steady while the cum flew through his cock and pumped into her.

  It took a few seconds for him to realize that he still held her ass up and off of the bike in his hands. He unlocked his muscles and let her ass rest on the tank and his shrinking dick. His hands spanned her spread thighs and looking into her eyes he saw the one thing that convinced him that she was the one that he wanted in a forever kind of way.

  Complete trust, tenderness, and happiness. He had fucked a lot of women in his time. Not one of them had looked at him afterwards like she actually gave a shit about him, the man. Most of the women he’d been with cared about scratching an itch, or being the better slut to garner favors from whichever particular biker that she chose to bestow her favors on.

  Kylie hadn’t been a virgin and he wasn’t looking for innocence, but the innocent trust that she looked at him with, yeah, that opened his vocal cords and the next thing he heard himself say was, “be my Old Lady, I know that we have a lot of shit to deal with. Both of us do. The thing is, we can work together better than on our own, right?”

  As a proposal or whatever that was, he picked a good time to ask her. They’d just shared the most incredible sex of her life to date. But then each time they fucked it seemed to become more like lovemaking than using each other to satisfy basic needs of the body.

  She sat up and pulled him down with her hands holding his wide shoulders, so she could reach to kiss his lips. The kiss was too tender to be intentionally sexual, but the way he shared control of the open mouthed tongue sliding exploration helped her make her choice.

  “Can we talk? I mean actually talk about us? I have a few concerns and I think they should be addressed before we take any major steps.”

  With one last look of lingering heat directed at their bared bodies, he nodded and helped her lift off of his thighs and the gas tank, to stand next to the bike. He grabbed the tee shirt that he’d been wearing during their ride and pulled it over his head to hand to her for a quick clean up. He grinned when she blushed handing it back to him, and he wiped himself down on a dry corner of the material.

  She shook her discarded clothing and got dressed while he admired the reverse striptease. “Baby, you have the perfect ass, did I ever tell you how nicely shaped those cheeks are?” He held out his hands
palms up and grinned at her. “those cheeks fit right in my hands perfect.” He patted her denim clad cheek and dodged her swinging fist.

  “You know the next time that you tell me to kiss your ass, it won’t be an insult, I’ll take it as an invitation. So don’t be surprised when we have a spat and you want to shoot me with my own gun, if I whip it out and start beating off while I wait for your instructions. You know, like go fuck yourself, and go to hell. They are one and the same in case you didn’t realize that. Hell is fucking myself and not fucking you. I’d much rather that you yell at me to kiss your ass. That could lead to licking your pussy and sticking my dick into parts of you that are warm and moist and a tight as any glove.”

  He watched her laughing out loud at his declaration, but if she looked his way and down to his dick, she’d see the truth that he didn’t bother to hide. Zipping his pants wasn’t easy but he managed it.

  They held hands as they walked into the woods and came to a pretty stream that was flowing fast. He looked around for a spot to sit and Kylie didn’t bother to find a perch. She sat on the ground and patted the spot next to her.

  “Time to talk big guy.”

  Epilogue

  Six months later:

  Kylie was being transported over Dutch’s shoulder as they headed for the back door of the club. She was giggling and patting him on the ass, and the few people in the bar laughed and yelled out suggestions for Dutch to deal with his mouthy spouse.

  They’d gotten married last month, and now that they owned their own home, Dutch had decided to double up his efforts to get her pregnant. She wasn’t sure why a baby was such an important addition to their union, but the idea of having his baby made her heart smile.

  Muff and Teresa were still in Lexington, and no one wanted to take bets on how that would end.

  Hoss was still pissed at them for getting married, well, he was pissed at Dutch. Fanny had attended their wedding. No one was feeling sorry for him. Not even his drinking buddies. Old Hoss opened his mouth and must have said something stupid about hitching yourself to a snatch for life. No one had seen or heard from Fanny since that night. Her apartment was cleaned out and she didn’t leave a forwarding address.

  The audit on her family estate was depressing to her. Sure there was a lot of money, so any of those kids Dutch wanted to have would have tuition money. The sad thing was that Houston sold everything that had been part of the estate but the family home. He’d kept it as a gesture of a conqueror, too bad there was no one to praise him for his cunning and intelligence.

  The old house had been part of the estate, but then Kylie thought about Forrester and the men that he helped daily. She didn’t ask Dutch, she told him what she planned to do with the old house and he had agreed with no argument. She donated the place to the Veteran’s group and they could use it or sell it. She left the decision to them.

  Dutch dropped her on top of their bed and licked his lips. “I warned you not to invite me to kiss your ass again, now didn’t I? Come on over here.”

  The End

  Ryder Dane

  I write about MC Groups aka Biker Books, because I've lived with Motorcycles my entire life. It made me smile when a reviewing reader said that there was a realistic feel to my writing! Having been an "Old Lady" since I was 19 gives me the advantage of using a few real details of MC life. I am very happy to bring readers my stories and having them invest in my characters’ lives.

  Website: Ryderdane.com

  Books by Ryder Dane

  Big Dog (Burning Bastards MC Book 1)

  Nomad's Fall (Burning Bastards MC Book 2)

  Charlie's Heart (Burning Bastards MC Book 3)

  Own It (Burning Bastards MC Book 4)

  Sanctuary Within the Breed

  (Lucifer's Breed MC Book 1)

  Integrity Has No Bounds

  (Lucifer's Breed MC Book 2)

  Starting Over (Lucifer's Breed MC Book 3)

  Dutch (Lucifer’s Breed MC Book 4)

  Unexpected Complications (3 Quickies In A Row, Vol 1)

  3 Quickies In A Row, Vol 1

  Collection of short stories.

  Fast Love by Sin Certity

  Cole likes his women like he likes his cars, flashy and fast. At least he used to…

  Jenna wants Cole. She has since the first time she saw him, but when he doesn’t reciprocate her advances she decides to back off and see what happens. When they finally collide they’re explosive, but what will happen when a rival of Cole’s succeeds in getting inside his head? Will Cole and Jenna win this race together or will one of them be left at the back of the grid?

  Unexpected Complication by Ryder Dane

  Fanny had never expected to fall for a man like Hoss, a man who had no shame, yet every time he held her in his arms her heart started pounding harder, and breathing became laborious. She knew he had secrets, but she didn’t care; nothing else mattered beyond how they felt about each other… Right?

  Forgotten No More by April Zyon

  Cynder is used to going unnoticed, left alone, and constantly forgotten, but that all changes when the impossible happens, and someone actually sees her and wants her just as she is.

  Cajun Protection

  (Wild Bounty)

  By Whiskey Starr

  Chapter One

  ~Zoey~

  “I hate him, I hate you, and I hate everyone.”

  I hate crying, but in the shower, no one can see me. As I sit on the tile floor of the shower, the hot water mingles with the scolding tears running down my face. This is my comfort zone, my safe haven. I can cry, scream, or shout all I want, and it will always just be me. My own personal space to let my emotions run free.

  The stupid, fucked up, ass is going to pay this time. It’s all his fault I feel like this. No matter how hard I wash, or how many times I go to therapy, I can never get clean. He didn’t do as much as he’d wanted to, but the fact is, he still said it. Now I have the stupid cops asking about his whereabouts at least once a week. His stalking took a whole new turn when he killed my poor cat, Penny, claiming I would be next, and he would enjoy fucking my dead corpse.

  My skin, no matter what I do, will never get clean enough. No amount of scrubbing will help, and I’m already bright pink from my vigorous cleaning.

  Stepping out, I grab the purple towel hanging on the rack and wipe myself down. I try to wrap it around my body, but the damn manufacturer never makes them big enough. At least my boobs are covered, but half my side isn’t. Fuck it. Dropping the towel, I walk into my room and determine that today is the day I get a gun. Well, maybe.

  But right now, I need to head to work. Currently, my job is a teller at the local parish bank. It doesn’t even have a proper name, just Parish Bank. But it pays the bills for my crummy apartment. Looking into my closet, it’s gonna be another black base day with flares of color.

  Being a woman with more curves than not, I find that if I have a black base of clothes, I can add necklaces, scarves, or anything bright and fun to my outfit to make it work. Plus, they always say black makes people look slimmer. Personally, I think skinny bitches say that to make bigger women feel better.

  Am I bitter about my size? No, not at all! I mean I’m a healthy size sixteen, with bountiful breasts and a bubble butt, but at least I can say my tits are mine and not man-made. I never really have any issues with what I eat. I like food, real food. Nothing is better than cheesy lasagna or a big juicy steak with potatoes. Sure, I can eat a salad, and normally do for lunch when I know I’m having a larger dinner. Through all my curvy thoughts, I think back to those who made fun of me or used it as an excuse to not date me. It’s their loss.

  I pull on my stretchy black dress, high boots, and bright blue necklace with matching belt. I fix my hair and apply what little make-up I wear. Breakfast today is a simple Pop-Tart and half a cup of juice.

  I hate the mornings when I let Andrew get to me. But he skipped bail and now they were on the hunt, or
at least that’s what they said. Looking at the clock, I realize I don’t have much time. Grabbing my coat and purse, I run down the stairs of my apartment before jumping into my small Toyota Echo, my little bubble on wheels. It’s small but roomy, just like me. I giggle at the small thought and head to work.

  Spotting an empty spot near the back, I pull in then grab my bag after I find the key to let myself in the back. Misty, our manager, is already here, and the all-clear signal is set. Putting my key into the door, I quickly enter and lock it behind me as I hear her playing with papers.

  “Hey, Zoey. Give me a minute to finish in here and I will help you open everything up.” I nod and set my purse under my workstation before turning on the computer. Knowing she will be a little longer than five minutes, I go ahead and make the coffee for us and for the older customers who come in. Setting out a few cookies, I make sure everything is presentable, and all the papers and flyers are in place. As I head back to my station, Misty is walking toward me.

  “Ready?”

  I nod and soon the two of us are entering in the two-person combination to the main safe, and the night drop safe. Pulling out all the bags, we lock it up before writing the bag numbers down that we collected. Both of us sign off, and she walks them back to my station where I put them into my small safe to count as I grab my drawer from the back. Doing a quick count and entering in the numbers on my computer, I start counting the bags and printing receipts for each business. Today we only had eight, so it is fairly quick. And just like that, we are ready to start the day. I have the morning shift, while Debbie and April close up at night. We all rotate weekends so at some point we have to work a weekend, it’s not a bad job, just a very quiet and sometimes slow one.