She trailed her fingers over his tattooed neck, his broad shoulders, down his colorful arms that flexed and bunched as he took her again and again.
“Yes, that’s it...” she breathed. “Give it to me harder.”
“Fuck,” he groaned into her neck, then moved down to sink his teeth into her breast, biting down enough to make her cry out.
She loved it. The rougher he got, the more she liked it. She’d never been with a man who wanted to give it to her like this. She had no doubt that Slade was the man who could do it.
He was not worried about hurting her and she was glad for that. She wouldn’t break and could take anything and everything he wanted to do to her.
In fact, she welcomed it.
He sucked her skin so hard, she knew it would leave a mark and encouraged him to continue by digging her nails deeper into his back.
Suddenly, he lurched up, yanked her head back by her hair and he pressed his mouth to her ear.
“Fuckin’ need you to come, princess. Gotta do it now.”
She bared her teeth and demanded, “Make me come.”
“Gonna,” he grunted.
“Now!” she shouted, losing her mind as he continued to pound her hard, driving his cock deep.
She slapped his ass hard and he jerked, his rhythm skipping a beat.
“Fuck!” he barked in her ear.
“Fucking make me come,” she yelled.
He pulled his head up to stare down at her. “Fuck yeah. My princess likes it rough.”
“Do it. Fuck me.”
His mouth found her ear again. “Doin’ it. Your wet, hot pussy’s squeezin’ me tight. Ain’t givin’ that to any other man. Only me. That’s my fuckin’ pussy now. All fuckin’ mine.”
His words, his rough claim on her, drove her over the edge. Her vision blurred, and her mouth opened as the climax ripped through her, making her twitch beneath him.
“Fuck yeah, babe. Gonna come inside you,” he growled. He drove deep one more time, stilled, his body tensed above her as he released a grunt then came. He didn’t move for the longest time, remaining deeply connected to her as the last of his pulses inside her faded away.
She melted bonelessly into the mattress, his solid weight on top of her, and she wrapped her arms around him tighter to keep him there as long as possible. Shoving her face into his damp neck, she breathed him in.
She closed her eyes and let out a long, satisfied sigh. She hadn’t had sex that good in a long while. Hell, she may have never had sex that good before.
Slade shifted off her and finally broke their connection as he slid to her side. “Crushin’ you, princess.”
“Don’t care,” she said, missing the weight of him immediately.
“Right,” he grunted. “Gotta get rid of this,” he said, pulling off the condom and climbing to his feet.
Her gaze followed him as he moved toward the tiny bathroom that was attached to his room. She studied the DAMC colors he had tattooed onto his back as he crossed the doorway. Before he shut the door, he turned to pin her with his dark stare. “You move from that goddamn bed, I’ll tie you the fuck down.” Then he slammed it shut.
Diamond laid back, stretching her limbs out across the queen-sized bed that took up most of his room and stared at the ceiling.
Then she smiled.
Chapter Five
Slade blinked his eyes open to see why a heavy weight crushed him.
Long dark hair draped over his torso as Diamond’s cheek pressed to his bare chest.
Moving a strand of silky hair out of the way, he saw her eyes were still closed, her lips slightly parted, as she continued to sleep.
He had no fucking clue what time it was. He only knew they’d been up most of the night fucking.
He rubbed his fingers over the bite marks and bruises she had left behind on his skin and grinned. If he’d known how rough she liked it, he would’ve dragged her up to his room a long time ago.
But then, the woman lying across his body was different when screaming out that she was coming versus when she was just screaming in general. His grin flattened out. The first he liked, the second he didn’t.
Maybe giving her dick on the regular would change her bitchy attitude. But he doubted it.
He pushed his head deeper into his pillow and blew out a breath as he stared up at the ceiling.
This might have been a colossal mistake.
Was the sex good? Fuck yeah, it had been awesome. The woman’s sexual appetite matched his. They had fucked four times. And there would have been a fifth if his dick hadn’t gone on strike. By that time, his nuts had been drained dry and cried for mercy.
He needed to piss, but there was no way he could slide out from underneath her without waking her up. And he didn’t want this peaceful time to be disturbed. Watching her sleep, he realized how beautiful she truly was. Too bad she could turn into a raving bitch so fast.
He traced his fingers over the smooth skin of her shoulder and down her arm, where he then brushed the tips of his fingers over her delicate, long ones. Her nails weren’t super long but long enough to leave gouges in his back last night. He only hoped she didn’t fuck up the club’s colors that covered his back. Those tattoos weren’t that old, and he didn’t feel like sitting for a few more hours while Crow fixed them.
When he landed in Shadow Valley, he wasn’t looking to stay. He was actually just passing through, searching for something that had gone missing until he ended up at The Iron Horse one night. He’d already left one club because he didn’t like the direction things were headed and he hadn’t been looking to patch into another club so soon.
But Z convinced him to stick around, at least for a little while, and then he jumped in to help the women at the Dogs & Hogs event last summer when the Warriors tried to steal the money the DAMC was raising for disabled vets.
Being a vet himself, that hit home. He had always been good with his fists. It just came naturally since he never shied away from a good fight. And that day gave him a good opportunity to show his skills by knocking out a Warrior when the asshole attacked the DAMC women.
Don’t hit a woman. Don’t disrespect a vet. Simple rules to live by.
He used to box when he was in the Marines, but it had been awhile since he’d been in the ring. He missed it since it was a good way to relieve frustration and stress.
And sometimes he’d even win some decent money by winning a match.
He might have to find a gym nearby where he could get back to it. The club’s gym, which was tucked into a tiny back room at Shadow Valley Body Shop, was a joke. No punching bag, no decent equipment, nothing but some old free weights and a couple bench presses. And fuck trying to work out when someone was already in there. There was barely enough room to move around for one brother.
He might have to say something to Z about starting another club business. He wouldn’t mind stepping out from behind the bar at The Iron Horse to manage a gym, which would be both open to the public and available for all of DAMC to use. They definitely needed a set-up better than what they had now. And it would be another source of legal income for the club coffers.
The DAMC was different than his former club as they tried to stay on the right side of the law, even though the Warriors kept dragging them down. They treated their women a little better than his previous club. They were deeply loyal to each other, even though they had to oust their former president, that asshole Pierce. And they took care of their community.
Since he patched into the club, he felt like he’d become part of the “family.” The only one who still seemed to look at him sideways was Diesel. But then that man was overprotective of everyone. However, Slade held the ultimate respect for D’s crew at In the Shadows Security since they were all former military special ops. Fellow vets.
He combed his fingers through Diamond’s long tresses, smoothing her hair over his skin. She groaned as her lids lifted, then stared at him with her sleepy beautiful blue eyes.
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��Mornin’, princess.”
“Hey,” she breathed, and he was relieved to see that she was still relaxed and satisfied and had no fight in her since he was not in the mood to deal with a raging bitch this morning. If it was morning.
“What time is it?” she asked.
Trying not to dislodge her, he leaned over and grabbed his cell, hitting the power button to check the time.
“Nine.”
Her head lifted. “In the morning?”
“Sure as shit hope so. If it’s nine at night, been passed out way too long an’ I’d be late for my shift at the bar.”
“Have to work tonight?” she asked, her question tinged with slight disappointment.
“Yeah, princess, gotta work almost every night. Comes with the territory. Wanna live here, eat here, be a part of the club, gotta do my part.”
Her eyes tipped down and she traced her finger over his dog tags, then grabbed one and flipped it over.
“Stone,” she said softly, reading his tag. “Slade D. What’s the D stand for?”
“David.”
She skipped his social security number, then read out his blood type. “O pos. USMC, L. What’s that?”
“My gas mask size.”
“No Pref.” Her eyes tipped up to him. “No religious preference?”
“Yeah,” he grunted, getting sucked into those deep blue eyes of hers.
“Seen combat?”
“Yeah. And, princess, this line of conversation’s stoppin’ right here.”
She frowned. “Why?”
“Ain’t gonna answer that, either.”
“Okay, then what’s with calling me princess?”
“Act like one.”
“No, I don’t. Biker chicks are nothing like princesses.”
He snorted. “Biker chick.”
“Yeah. Born and raised in this club.”
“Know it, princess. Don’t need to remind me.” He brushed his thumb over her bottom lip. “Never wanted out?”
She shifted until she laid on him, staring down into his eyes. “No. This is my family. I don’t know anything else, don’t want to know anything else. We all take care of each other. No matter what.”
“Got you. Loyalty’s big with you.”
“Big with all of us. We might get annoyed with each other and sometimes fight, but, honestly, no matter what stupid thing we do, we’re always forgiven. And it’s not all blood in this club, either, as you well know. You don’t have to be from Doc or Bear’s line to be considered family. Once you’re in, you’re in.”
“What about Pierce?”
Her eyelids lowered as she thought about their former president who’d been ousted from the head of the table a few months back. “Pierce overstepped a few times.”
“Yeah, he did,” he answered, thinking about the danger the man put Ivy in by letting her go into Knights territory by herself to gather intel. At the time, the outlaw MC wasn’t an Angels’ ally like they were now. It could’ve turned ugly. Luckily, Jag found her and dragged her ass home.
“Disrespected some of us.”
He cocked a brow. “Us?”
“Us women. We always had to watch getting caught alone with him.”
Slade’s body got tight. “He touch you?”
“Man thinks he’s God’s gift to women.”
That wasn’t an answer. “Asked you a fuckin’ question. He touch you?”
She avoided his gaze and his question.
He grabbed her chin and made her look at him. “Answer.”
“Yeah,” she whispered.
With a twist, he had her flipped onto her back, trapped underneath him. “How’d he touch you?”
“Slade...”
She closed her eyes and he felt his blood rush through him and his chest tighten. He wanted to smash that fucker’s face in.
“It wasn’t... He didn’t...”
Now his blood was no longer rushing but raging. “Didn’t what?”
“I was young and didn’t know to keep away from him then.”
“How young?”
“I don’t know. Fifteen?”
His head jerked back. Fifteen? “Who’d you tell?” Because he certainly can’t believe that asshole remained club president after touching a fifteen-year-old.
“No one.”
“Not D?”
Her eyes widened. “Diesel’s only three years older than me, Slade. He wasn’t even patched in yet. He certainly wasn’t the enforcer back then.”
Jesus. It was hard to think of that man as a teenager. “Your father?”
“He was already in prison.”
Slade’s nostril flared. “You told no one.”
“No.”
“Shoulda told Ace, at least.”
She turned her head away. “It was embarrassing. I was a teenager. He got me alone when I should’ve known better.”
He grabbed her chin and made her face him. “Like you said, was a teen. No man should touch a young girl.”
“He tried it with almost all of us.”
“All of you?” Slade ground his teeth together. “Fucker needs his colors stripped. Gonna talk to D.”
“No! Don’t you fucking dare. I don’t need my stupidity out there.”
“Babe...”
“No, Slade. Keep that shit to yourself.”
She shouldn’t have told him. Now every time he saw that fucking asshole he’ll want to thump the fucker into the ground. The man hardly came around the club anymore after the coup for the presidency, but he still showed up every once in a while and refused to just hand over his colors and disappear.
Something kept him hanging around even where he wasn’t wanted. Slade had no idea why. The reason had to be more than the former president still running the club’s gun shop and range. Had to be.
“Stay away from him from now on,” he grumbled. “Got me?”
“Don’t need to tell me that,” she said sharply, her eyes narrowing.
“Tellin’ you that,” he said, not caring if she was getting pissed. He now knew the corrective measure for turning off her bitch switch. And he wouldn’t hesitate to use it to mellow her back out. In fact, he’d enjoy another go at her.
He frowned when he thought about last night and how she almost ended up in bed with someone that wasn’t him. Fuck, actually two someones.
“Didn’t get Bobby an’ Bobby’s numbers, right?”
She snorted. “You mean Robby and Bobby?”
“Know who the fuck I mean,” he grumbled, not finding it nearly as amusing as her at the thought of her taking those two strippers home. Climbing in bed with some strange.
“Guess you were wrong about them being gay.”
Hell, they probably were gay or bi and was just going to do her for some hard-earned cash. In fact, they had a wad of green in their hands when they had come into the kitchen last night. Those women’s wallets were probably a lot lighter after that so-called birthday celebration.
He thrust his hips against her, making sure she felt his morning wood. “They ain’t gonna give you dick like I can.”
Her eyes widened and then she laughed. Fucking burst out laughing!
He frowned. “Didn’t hear you complainin’. In fact, my ears are still ringin’ from that screamin’ you did all night. More. Harder. Faster. Rougher. Fuck me, Slade!”
“If you were doing it right, I wouldn’t have had to give you all those instructions,” she said, her eyes twinkling.
Now she was being a complete smart-ass. He snorted. “Uh-huh. Next time try to keep your mouth shut. See if you can do it.”
“Next time?”
He opened his mouth to answer her, but a pounding on the door interrupted him.
What the fuck.
“What?” Slade barked over his shoulder, his head twisted toward the door.
“Brother, just checkin’ to make sure she didn’t stab you in your sleep.”
Slade shook his head, not knowing whether to find Crash’s concern amusing or not.
“Get gone, Crash!” Di yelled.
“You’re late for work,” grumpily came through the door.
“So are you,” she snapped back.
“Yeah, ‘cause nobody got any fuckin’ sleep with you caterwaulin’ all fuckin’ night.”
Slade called out, “Brother, she’s gonna be even later. Just sayin’.”
After a slight hesitation from the other side of the door, he heard, “Better you than me... just sayin’.”
“Brother, my suggestion’s to head to the shop or get some earplugs. Shit’s about to get loud again.”
“Fuck,” came mumbled through the door.
Once Slade heard Crash’s heavy footsteps move away, he turned his head back to study the woman beneath him. “Gonna give you more of that dick you liked so much last night.”
“Hmm. Are you asking or telling?”
He blinked at her question. “Want it?”
She grinned. “I like it better when you’re taking what you want and not asking.”
Oh, yeah. He grinned back. “Like the Diamond who ain’t a bitch. Can we keep ‘er around?”
“I’m not a bitch.”
“Princess, when you flip your switch you can shrink a brother’s balls into raisins. No one wants to deal with that mouth.”
She pointed to her lips, still puffy from all the use they got throughout the night. “This mouth?”
He grinned. “Yeah, that one. Need to put it to good use instead.”
“Like what?”
He rolled off her and settled onto his back, arms folded behind his head. “Sure you can figure it out, babe.”
He smiled when she slipped down his body, nipping at his skin as she went until finally settling between his legs. He reached down and wrapped his hand around his now hard dick.
She slapped it away. “I don’t need help. I got this.”
He pulled his hand away, looked at the ceiling and grumbled, “She got this,” with a chuckle.
His eyes quickly tipped down to watch what she was doing once her hot, wet mouth encircled the head. All the breath left him as she sucked him deep.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his heels digging into the bed.
“Mmm,” she hummed against his throbbing shaft.
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