Down & Dirty: Books 1-3: Dirty Angels MC Series Box Set

by St. James, Jeanne

  Wow, he had one spectacular rear end.

  Kiki tilted her head to study it some more. When the man looked over his shoulder at her, she realized it was Hawk’s brother, Diesel.

  Holy crap!

  He gave her a chin lift then turned his attention back to the woman who had her legs tightly wrapped around his hips.

  For some reason, Kiki couldn’t pull herself away. Or even unglue her eyes from the muscles that flexed powerfully in his ass.

  God, she was no better than the woman who was encouraging him to fuck her faster and harder. She should be ashamed. She should just back out, close the door and give them their privacy.

  “Diesel in there?”

  The question that came over her shoulder startled her into action as heat rose into her cheeks for being caught. “Yes.”

  She started to retreat just as she should have done from the get-go, but the other woman pushed against her, peering over her shoulder.

  “Let me see!” The woman then sighed out a “yessss.”

  Kiki tried to back up but the woman blocked her escape. “We should give them their privacy.”

  “D doesn’t care, do you, D?”

  A loud grunt came from the man in answer.

  “See? His ass is like the eighth Wonder of the World. Every woman should see it at least one time in her life. To miss that sight would be a travesty.”

  Kiki actually had to agree with this woman, whoever she was.

  “I’m Sophie, by the way.”

  “Kiki.”

  “Hawk’s new lady, right? The new club lawyer?”

  “Well, the second part is correct, at least.” She couldn’t believe they were standing there having this conversation as Hawk’s brother was screwing some woman, who they couldn’t even identify, against a bathroom wall.

  But there they were. And nobody seemed to even care.

  A barked “Woman!” came from somewhere behind them.

  “Oops. Busted.” Sophie laughed then blushed. “Can’t blame a girl...”

  With one last look at Diesel’s derriere, she murmured, “No, I’d say not.”

  “Is Hawk’s like that?”

  Okay, she needed one more peek for good measure. “Haven’t seen it from that particular viewpoint yet.”

  “Well, let me know.”

  “He doesn’t do the bathroom thing?”

  “Not that I’m aware of.”

  Well, that was good to know.

  “Babe!” a man bellowed again.

  “Shit,” Sophie muttered. “I’m being paged.”

  “You certainly are. Is that your man?”

  “Yep, that’s Zak.”

  Kiki grabbed the doorknob to pull the door closed, but it was ripped out of her hand and the door was slammed shut.

  She turned in surprise to face Sophie’s man, Zak, who she’d met the other night at The Iron Horse.

  She had to admit Sophie was one lucky woman. The man had a hip swagger that would make any woman wet. Kiki had watched it closely when he and Hawk had approached the stranger in the bar.

  He was a little on the rough side, but in a rugged good-looking, panty-soaking way. And he had eyes that could either pierce your soul or make you drop your clothes instantly.

  Kiki shook herself mentally. The air in this clubhouse was too thick with testosterone.

  “After watchin’ that, you in the mood, babe?”

  Kiki raised surprised eyes to Zak and was relieved to find that he was asking his woman and not her. Because she might have just mindlessly answered, “Yes.”

  “You know it, baby,” Sophie teased, smiling up at her man and pressing a hand to his belly.

  Zak’s hand curled around Sophie’s and he tugged her into his arms, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Home or upstairs?”

  “I think I can wait until we get home. Though, we’ve done it on the bike before.”

  Zak smiled. “True, babe. Might be an option.”

  Kiki’s eyes widened. She shouldn’t be in the midst of this intimate conversation. But then, she shouldn’t have been standing there watching a man having sex against a wall, either.

  Hell, her life had certainly taken an odd turn.

  Zak looked at Kiki and said with a wide, genuine smile, “Gotta go knock up my woman.”

  “Oh, you’re trying to get pregnant? How exciting!”

  Sophie scrunched up her face. “No, I’m on birth control.”

  Kiki blinked slowly in her confusion.

  “Doesn’t stop him from trying, though,” Sophie clarified then laughed.

  Zak grabbed her hand and tugged her away from the tiny alcove where the bathrooms were located and Kiki slowly followed.

  She watched the two walk hand in hand across the large room and, before they exited out the back door, Zak flicked two fingers over his shoulder as a kind of wave goodbye.

  Huh. The man had some sort of badass coolness about him. She could see why Sophie was clearly infatuated with him.

  “Babe,” was barked from the other end of the bar. Kiki’s gaze swung that direction. Hawk sat on a stool with a beer mug in front of him, surrounded by some other bikers. He crooked his finger at her.

  And, holy hell, didn’t she automatically start moving in his direction. The sense must have been knocked out of her on Hawk’s headboard. She never thought a day would come where a man would crook his finger at her and she’d respond. At least not without a knee to the ‘nads.

  When she reached him, he spun on his stool with his thighs spread wide and he pulled her in between them, hands firmly planted on her hips.

  Even surrounded by people, her nipples beaded to hard points and her pussy clenched hard. Being sandwiched between his thick thighs made her think dirty thoughts.

  And this was exactly why she had walked across the bar when he crooked his finger.

  His eyes dropped to her chest. “New T-shirts,” he muttered.

  She looked down and her hard nipples were pushing against the snug cotton.

  “Since my cousin is too busy staring at your tits to introduce us... I’m Bella.”

  She turned toward the dark-haired, smiling woman behind the bar. “Kiki.”

  Bella’s brows rose sharply but she quickly recovered. “Pannebaker passed us on, huh?”

  “Yes.”

  “Lucky for Hawk since you got him off,” said a man standing nearby, then whacked Hawk on the arm and chuckled.

  Since Hawk ignored the double entendre, so did she.

  Bella lifted her chin in the direction of the wannabe comedian and the beautiful redheaded woman who was plastered like icing on a cake to his side. “That’s my sister, Ivy, and her ol’ man, Jag.”

  Kiki wondered if all of the bikers in this club were as hot as the men she’d already met. Maybe it was a prerequisite along with having a body full of tattoos. “You don’t look old to me.”

  Jag gave her a wide smile, then looked at Hawk. “Better pass on Soph’s Biker to English dictionary. She’s gonna need it.”

  Ivy leaned toward her, “You’ll get used to it. You’ll have to if you’re going to represent us.”

  “I prefer you all don’t get arrested or in any legal jams, but then, I do have bills to pay.”

  “Like that fuckin’ sweet Vette I hear you got. Need to take that out for a spin.”

  Kiki’s head turned to the new voice as the man slid onto the stool to the left of Hawk. He had long dirty blond hair pulled back into a man-bun. Kiki tried not to make a face. Her eyes dropped to the patch over the right side of his chest.

  “Your name is Crash?”

  “Yep.”

  “Then no.”

  Hawk’s body shook against her and when she looked back at him, he had his head turned away, hiding his laughter.

  Bella slid a glass of what looked like whiskey in front of her. “Neat.” Then she smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

  “Thanks.” Kiki grabbed the drink and downed it in one swallow.

  “Dam
n. Didn’t make a face or even cough,” Crash said, seemingly impressed.

  “I’m good at mixing drinks, anytime you want something other than whiskey neat, just ask.”

  Kiki placed the glass on the bar carefully and nodded at Bella as the warmth of the whiskey slid into her belly. Her eyes slid to Hawk as the hand at her back slipped down over her ass and squeezed.

  That reminded her...

  She leaned into Hawk’s broad chest and put her lips to his ear. “We need to head back to your house.”

  His fingers flexed over her ass again and his warm breath swept over her cheek. “Not that I’m complainin’ but... why?”

  “I need you to fuck me against a wall in front of a full-length mirror. Do you have one of those?”

  “Think Jazz got a long mirror. Should I ask why again?”

  “No.” She yanked on his arm. “Can we go now?”

  Hawk’s eyes narrowed on her, his gaze lifted to over her shoulder, then a knowing look came over his face. “Take it that the bathroom was occupied.”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  He nodded, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “His ass is legend ‘round here. But we’re brothers, babe. Built the same.”

  “I’ll be the judge of that.”

  He jerked his chin up, smiling. “Got you. Let’s go.”

  She took a last glance at Bella. The other woman was staring down at something behind the bar and wiping at whatever it was really hard with a towel. Kiki didn’t miss the huge smile Bella wore.

  Kiki stepped out from in between his legs and he followed after quickly downing the rest of his beer. As they made their way through the common area to the back door, she looked up at him and said, “By the way, the next time you crook your finger at me, you better only be wearing your tattoos.” She let him get a stride ahead then she slapped his ass hard.

  He threw his head back and boomed with laughter.

  * * *

  Hawk climbed the steps to his bedroom. His ass was dragging after a long, busy, typical Saturday night at the bar. It was bad enough when he had to break up two drunken fights and barely missed getting clocked in the head, but then he had to throw out a group of underage college kids with fake IDs. And, of course, they acted offended and entitled when they demanded he should let them drink. Right.

  He wanted his lawyer beneath him squirming, not beside him at a defense table in a courtroom.

  At least he had something to look forward to. He couldn’t miss Kiki’s fancy red Vette parked in his driveway when he parked his sled in the garage. Jazz must have let her into the house again.

  As he reached the second floor, his gaze fell on the bed. This was not the first time that he’d come home in the early hours of the morning to find her curled up asleep under his sheets.

  It shocked the shit out of him. He never expected her to be the one to keep showing up in an effort to continue whatever was going on between them.

  Which, he wasn’t quite sure what it was besides her just showing up to take part in the awesome sex they had.

  Problem was, he was getting used to her being in his bed. But he knew it wasn’t going to last. They were just too different, their lives completely opposite.

  It didn’t go unnoticed that she hadn’t asked him over to her condo in Pittsburgh. It was probably in some fancy high-rise building with a door man and filled with rich, nosey neighbors. She wouldn’t want to be embarrassed by taking someone like him up to her place.

  She wouldn’t want to be caught lowering herself to his level.

  What-fucking-ever.

  As long as she kept showing up at his front door, he wasn’t going to turn down the opportunity to stick his dick in her.

  And if he was busy doing that, then that pretty much guaranteed that no one else was.

  Fuck.

  He sat on the edge of the bed and began to unbuckle his boots. He set them to the side quietly, yanked off his socks, wiggled his toes, then peered over his shoulder.

  She was sound asleep, her long dark hair draped over one of his pillows. Her face was turned toward him, her eyes shut, her breathing steady, her lips parted just slightly.

  Fuck me.

  She was mind-blowingly beautiful and no matter how tired he felt she always gave him an instant hard-on. He glanced over at the full-length, free-standing mirror he hadn’t bothered to give back to Jazz yet.

  They had come home the other night and he did what she had demanded by fucking her against the wall with the mirror behind them so she could watch his ass as he pumped hard and fast into her.

  She had come three times back to back. He grinned. And she confirmed his ass was as nice as his brother’s, so there was that.

  He pushed to his feet, the exhaustion really sinking into his bones now as he tugged off his cut and threw it over the nearby chair, yanked his shirt over his head and unbuckled his belt. He headed into the bathroom, started the shower and dropped his jeans to the floor.

  Before stepping into the glass shower stall, he stopped in front of the sink and looked at himself in the mirror. He brushed his palm over his short mohawk and then studied the black tribal tats on the sides of his scalp.

  He would never fit in with her type. He frowned at his reflection. Why would he even want to?

  A little bit of pussy shouldn’t be making him question himself or his life. He had a good one full of family, brotherhood and loyalty. He’d never wanted anything else. Never dreamed about anything else, either.

  His pop was a biker; his granddad was a biker. It was in his blood. It was only natural he was a biker. He grew up in the club. He was vice president, for fuck’s sake.

  And if Zak didn’t take the presidency back from Pierce soon, Hawk might go for it himself. They should be proud of how far this club had come. Now with this fundraiser, they would be once again giving back to the community, giving back to the veterans who deserved it.

  This was why their club was so engrained in Shadow Valley. No one, other than the Shadow Warriors, had ever tried to push them out. Not even the cops. Yeah, they sometimes had some run-ins with 5-0. Sometimes they deserved it, sometimes they didn’t. But for the most part, the cops left them alone. DAMC ran legit businesses and they were successful ones, too. The townspeople never hesitated to use their services. Even the strip club.

  Just a couple months shy of thirty-five, his life pretty much felt complete. The only thing missing was a good woman. And maybe some kids, eventually. Though, he had plenty of time for that. He was in no rush to be tied down with rug rats.

  He wasn’t sure if the woman asleep in his bed was even the motherly type. She seemed to be focused on her career, not on getting a ring on her finger and a baby in her belly. She didn’t need a man to support her, either.

  Since the mirror had fogged up, he could no longer see himself. He needed to stop thinking such heavy thoughts, get cleaned up and climb into bed with his woman.

  He grinned. He liked thinking of her in that manner, even if it was only temporary.

  He pushed away from the sink and let the hot water soothe his thoughts and his tired muscles.

  Chapter Nine

  He was having the best dream ever. A hot, wet mouth wrapped tightly around his dick, sucking him as hard as a Hoover vacuum. His hips rose off the bed and he dug his fingers into the mattress.

  Damn. He couldn’t come, he’d mess up his sheets.

  Fingers wrapped firmly around the root and pumped him as a tongue lapped at the tip. Then soft lips encased the head, capturing the precum that kept escaping the end.

  Fuck.

  He didn’t want to wake up because he didn’t want it to end.

  Nails scraped over his balls and he grunted. He couldn’t believe how realistic this dream was.

  Then, somehow the dream took a turn and a slim finger was up his ass, stroking his prostate. He bellowed—and it wasn’t in protest—as his eyes popped open and he came hard, his dick throbbing intensely and his cum spurting endlessly down he
r throat.

  At last, his body relaxed, melting into the mattress, and he looked down at the woman who had swallowed every drop of him. The woman who had a finger up his ass.

  What. The. Fuck!

  Kiki smiled up at him around his cock. He didn’t return it.

  “Spent ten days in jail recently an’ no one got near my ass. Then wake up to you violatin’ me.”

  She rubbed the shiny, wet crown of his dick along her grinning lips. For fuck’s sake, he had to admit that was hot and if he hadn’t just blown his load, he’d be ready to blow it again.

  “Aw, you didn’t enjoy that?” she teased.

  “Feel like crawlin’ into a ball in the corner an’ cryin’ like a fuckin’ baby.”

  She had the nerve to laugh. Laugh! Fuck that.

  “I guess you never had that done to you before.”

  “That would be a big fat fuckin’ no,” he grumbled. He gave her the stink eye. “Mind removin’ it from my ass now?”

  She giggled again. “Sure.” She wiggled her finger and he jerked away from her, dislodging the offending digit. She slipped from the bed, then padded barefoot and naked into the bathroom. He heard the sink run, the toilet flush and then she was back, climbing into bed with him, snuggling against his side.

  He wrapped an arm tightly around her and sighed with contentment. “Where’d you learn that?”

  “The Internet.”

  “Right,” he grunted. As many times as he’d shoved his fingers and his dick up a woman’s ass, he’d never had it done to him, the dick part he never would.

  But he had to admit, she had a touch that made him lose his shit.

  “Don’t ever tell anyone you did that.”

  She giggled softly again, patted his stomach, and snuggled closer. “Okay.”

  “Never goin’ to ask you to do that again.”

  She lifted her head and he avoided her gaze. “I see how you worded that.”

  “Right,” he grumbled.

  “So... you liked it.”

  He grunted, and twisted his fingers within the long length of her hair. When he finally sneaked a peek at her, she was grinning from ear to ear.