Enough

by Jade Chandler

  “I hate traveling. It blows.” He moved his hand over my hair, all messy from bed. “Finished the meeting and drove straight through to you. When I climbed your step, I worried you might not be home.” He smirked at me. “Glad you answered.”

  He rarely shared anything with me, and I treasured it. “Glad you knocked. Can I ask where you went?”

  Straightening up, he pulled me to sitting on his lap with his mouth set in serious lines. “Wichita.” He opened his mouth to speak, and shut it. “You can ask me anything. Every question you have. Some I won’t answer, but most I will.”

  “I don’t want to make you mad.” I spoke to his chest.

  “Who cares if I get mad? I won’t hurt you, and I’ll be straight with you.”

  My world widened and I thought of all the questions I’d suppressed. Maybe Dare wasn’t at fault. I worried about which thing I’d do to finally make him fed up with me. The thing that would make him sneer and put me down. The thing that never came with him.

  Had those other men broken me?

  Could I be a whole, strong partner for him?

  “Why didn’t you call me?” I glanced up and then down at my red fingernails.

  He huffed. “Dunno. Thought about it. This shit with us, I ain’t ever been here. Did you want me to?”

  I nodded. “But I wasn’t sure if I should call you.” The words almost stuck in my throat.

  With a snort, he pulled me tight to him. “Red, do anything you feel like. Your sexy voice in my ear is never a bad idea.”

  I smiled up at him, hoping to be more than I’d been but afraid that more would be too much. However, that was a worry for another day, right now all I wanted was his hardening cock. I massaged him through his jeans. “Tell me what I should do with this.”

  “Whatever makes you happy.” He gave me his bad-boy smirk.

  “Let’s see.” I unbuttoned his fly and tugged down on his jeans. He lifted his hips, and I pulled down his jeans, freeing him. My tongue flicked his tip.

  “What excites you?” I purred the words, staring up into his fierce expression.

  “You excite me.” He stroked my hair.

  I swirled my tongue around his tip. “More specific. Tell me what to do next.”

  He slouched back into the couch. I swallowed him, and moved back to the tip. “Yes?”

  His hand went to my ass. “Fucking your ass. I want my dick buried in your ass.” His words revved and frightened me at the same time.

  I glanced up at him. “I’ve never done that before.”

  I moved up and down letting my teeth drag along his sensitive flesh.

  “Would it hurt?” I spoke to his cock, too embarrassed to look higher.

  “Not the way I’d do it. Only incredible pleasure.”

  Turned on, I sucked him with deep plunges. His balls tightened, and I moved away.

  “Tonight?” I stroked him.

  “No, but soon, if you agree.” His breathing hitched. “Need to show you, ah fuck, feels...perfect.”

  I’d moved my mouth down to his sac. He hadn’t ever said anything about how I’d played with his ass at the club. Was I brave enough to ask?

  Hell yes.

  “In the club, I played with your ass.” He pistoned up into my clenched palm. “Did you enjoy it?”

  “Yeah. A toy, a finger, a tongue.” He arched a brow at me. “It adds a different kind of spice.”

  Maybe not my tongue. But fingers, for sure. In fact, there was one finger maneuver I very much wanted to try.

  “You always go beyond, push further, and that’s damn addicting.”

  Hot from his trust and my own work, I couldn’t talk more. I positioned myself over him and sunk down until his apa hit the back of my throat. I pulsed deep and then changed to fast strokes from tip to base.

  “Fuck, Red. Coming.” His fingers wound in my hair.

  I moved between his cheeks and massaged his pucker. He tightened and then he spurted into my mouth. Hot and salty. I swallowed everything he gave. With slow circles, I continued moving over his cock through the shudders of his orgasm.

  He hauled me up until he kissed my lips. “Hands down you give the best head ever.” His lazy smile warmed me. He dragged me up until I straddled his thighs.

  With a new tenderness he tucked my hair behind my ear.

  I leaned into his chest. “I’d like to try it.”

  “What?”

  “Um, anal, with you.”

  He chuckled into my hair. “You won’t regret it.”

  * * *

  Wednesday had come—the day I cooked at the club. While Dare had been away, MJ had called and convinced me to help out. Once Dare gave his blessing, I’d signed up because cooking for a big group excited me. I wanted to see if I could do it, and if it made him proud. My eyes flew open and I glanced to the clock. Twenty minutes before my alarm would even go off. The worry that had woken me up eased some, but it refused to go away. My sexy guy slept on with his leg hiked and his back mostly uncovered. He rocked the bad-boy vibe when he was awake. Asleep, he held an innocence that twisted me up inside.

  Avoiding his tempting body, I made myself get out of bed, start the coffee, and then I headed to the shower.

  Dressed and ready for the day, I woke him with coffee, but he growled at me about his ‘lack of morning ass,’ as he put it. I was way too amped up for our normal sexcapades. He must’ve sensed it because he didn’t tease me more. Within minutes we were heading out my front door and to his bike.

  I straddled the back of his bike, holding tight to my man. We sped away from Marked Man. The September wind held a hint of fall and the sun warmed me. Riding with Dare was too good, addicting even. I hoped one day we’d go on a day-long ride. Now, that would be wonderful.

  My stomach knotted with worry the moment he parked his bike, and no matter what I told myself, the unease wouldn’t go away.

  He tucked away my helmet before his lips grazed mine with a tenderness that surprised me. I moved into him so I could wrap my arms around him as he brushed kisses one atop the other across my lips. When he pulled back from me, I only wanted more. He hugged me to him and we walked into the clubhouse together—my worries gone.

  The industrial-sized kitchen held two of everything—refrigerators, stoves and dishwashers. The kitchen was sleek and modern, the total opposite of the club’s dive bar feel. Definitely different people in charge of each space.

  MJ welcomed me with one of her hard, fast hugs before she gave me the tour of cabinets, pantries and all the other important stuff. I started mixing pancakes, humming to myself.

  “Girl, you’re a natural. I’m headed out but I’ll be back to help set up.” She waved and booked it out the kitchen door. With so much energy, I wondered if she walked in her sleep.

  I found my groove and became a pancake-making machine. MJ said to plan on thirty guys, at least 150 pancakes. With six pancakes cooking each round, it’d take lots of rounds of pour, flip, remove and slide into the warmer before I had enough. Bacon-covered sheets filled both ovens and I had more ready to go in when those were done. I checked the time, pleased to find I was ahead of schedule. Once I finished cooking pancakes, MJ helped me set out the condiments and get organized while the last of the bacon cooked. I lit the Sterno cans under the chafing dishes, and everything was in place.

  “Breakfast is ready,” I hollered like MJ instructed me. Of course, she’d disappeared again.

  Lots of teasing remarks flew my way. The other bikers made Dare go first, and he piled six pancakes on his very sturdy disposable plate along with a handful of bacon.

  He winked at me. “Won’t be any left after they taste your cooking. I’m getting seconds and thirds now.” He shot a smug smile at a biker named Romeo who’d razzed him most.

  Grumbles ec
hoed as the guys lined up.

  “Come sit with me.”

  I grabbed coffee from the carafe and followed him to the table where we’d placed butter, syrup, jelly, powdered sugar, peanut butter and other miscellaneous stuff. Dare poured half a bottle of syrup on his mound of cakes. We sat down at a huge wooden circular table in the back corner, and I snagged a piece of bacon. He growled but continued cutting his pancakes.

  He popped a bite in his mouth and moaned. “Perfection. How do you make ’em light? Normally they’re heavy in the middle.”

  “Magic.” I winked at him.

  He threw his head back and laughed. I loved the sound of his laughter, light and melodic. I bet he had a wonderful singing voice.

  Compliments flew through the clubroom from the twenty bikers who ate my breakfast. Pride filled me, partly because of my skill but more because of their appreciation.

  “You eating?” Dare scowled at me as he worked his way through his stack.

  “While I cooked, I had to test it all to make sure everything tasted delicious.”

  He glared at me suspiciously. “How many?”

  I held up three fingers. “And lots of bacon. In the name of quality control.”

  He nodded his approval. The room smelled of bacon, wood and the spicy scent of men. Underneath, I smelled a mild scent of stale beer, but not strong like during the party.

  I walked toward the counter through the maze of reject diner tables that held bikers as diverse as the multi-colored tables scattered across the floor.

  MJ stood in the kitchen, a plate in hand, eating pancakes and bacon. “Damn good.”

  I put out the rest of the bacon and pancakes before retreating to the kitchen to clean up.

  Zayn stuck his head in the kitchen. “Headed to open up, no hurry. Thanks, Mama.”

  MJ’s brow arched at Zayn’s words. I rinsed dishes for the dishwasher and didn’t respond.

  Soon the space was clean and I felt a deep sense of satisfaction.

  Dare and Jericho swung through the door carrying two empty pans. “We cleaned you out.” Jericho set his pan down on the counter. “Tell me you’ll cook here, full time.” He flashed a smile at his mom. “No offense.”

  “None taken, she’s got skills, more than those other girls for damn sure.” MJ chuckled. “And me, no doubt.”

  Dare beamed with pride and my heart did a happy dance.

  “You already hired me for a job I like.” My eyes met Dare’s, and now they smoldered with another kind of heat.

  “I hadn’t tasted your cooking,” Jericho complained as they headed out the door. “Make yourself at home,” he called over his shoulder. “Bake a little.”

  “My boy, he’s always thinking.”

  I laughed and headed out to clear the other stuff from the tables. Dare sat talking to Jericho when I walked up, kissed his cheek and asked if he needed to get back to town.

  “Don’t hurry on my account.” He kissed me, but it wasn’t quick. My womb tightened and I wanted to fuck him. Those bedrooms were close by, but paper walls were not my friend. I broke the kiss and walked away, feeling his gaze on my ass.

  MJ had left when I returned to the kitchen. I checked out the fridge and pantry, deciding on pie. Cans of apple, cherry and pumpkin lined one shelf. Pudding lined another and bruised bananas were left over from breakfast. I decided on two apple and one banana cream.

  By two I finished baking and went to find my man. They had disappeared from the clubhouse, but I didn’t know where to look. I thought about the long hall of rooms but wasn’t brave enough to go there. What if they held bikers? Naked bikers?

  I headed out the front door of the club and spotted the two lying on the ground working on Jericho’s bike. “Be ready in a few,” Dare mumbled, and then cursed as some kind of fluid shot out all over his front.

  I dragged one of the lawn chairs over and lay back to let the sun soak into my skin. I relaxed in the warmth half asleep when a shadow blocked out my rays.

  Chapter Seventeen: Lila

  “Red.” His voice was husky.

  I glanced up with one eye still closed. “I think the bike won.”

  He had grease on his hands, and some kind of greenish liquid on his white T-shirt and across his arms.

  “Yeah.” He frowned at his shirt. “Come help me wash it off.” It wasn’t a request.

  Jericho still lay under his bike grumbling as he reconnected some hose. I grinned and followed Dare inside.

  He turned in to the same room we’d used at the party. His grease-smudged fingertip brushed my chin. “When I get all this off me, I’m gonna fuck you until you scream my name. You were so damn beautiful out there in the sun.” He stripped off his shirt and dropped it on the floor before heading into the bathroom.

  While he showered, I thought about him, all the ways I wanted to please him. Today, if I was brave enough, maybe I could turn his world on the side, the way he always did for me.

  In mere minutes he opened the door from the bathroom and walked straight toward me, hair wet, chest damp, and all man; not even a towel hid the best bits.

  Power flared inside me. I grasped his biceps to turn him before I pushed him down across the bed. I slipped off my clothes and stood between his legs, massaging his balls with one hand and his cock with the other.

  His hips arched off the bed and I traced the liquid beading on his tip. My index finger flicked his piercing.

  “Harder.”

  I twisted my hand and dragged a nail up him, scraping gently. Pleasure played across his face in small sighs and a tightening of lips. I studied his expressions, learning his body.

  My rough strokes drove him faster until his hips bounced, but he deserved a wild ride, not a quick one. My hands left his cock when I bent to suck his sac, reveling in his sounds of pleasure.

  Today I’d show him another way we could make love. Brutal, long and satisfying. I slid my hands under his ass, squeezing with the rhythm of his thrusts. My mouth traveled to his groin and legs, licking and biting. I cupped him, but his strokes turned to rocking motions. I moved up him. One long lick from balls to tip, before I slithered up higher. My tongue teased the rough terrain of his chest while he pushed against my mound. The friction drove me wild, but I suppressed my needs because it was his playtime.

  When I bit hard into the corded muscle of his neck, he bucked under me. I sucked on the tip of his chin before moving up to his lips, and higher still until he could feast on my breasts. He hungrily lapped at my nipples, using his hands to move my breasts close together. His cock plunged between my slick folds with his tip pushed against my clit in perfect rhythm. My body burst in a fast, intense orgasm. My hands stroked him with light, slow movements.

  “Now, inside you.” He panted the words and arched up into my touch.

  “Yeah?” I crooned. “Need to be massaged by my hot, tight pussy?”

  “Yeah. So tight and hot. Always wet for me.” Hunger burned on his face.

  “I can rock your world in ways you never imagined.” I licked his nipple. “Do you want that?”

  “Yeah, Red.” His hands dug into my hips.

  “Then you lie back, and I promise you’ll explode.”

  His lips parted and sounds came from him. I took it as a yes.

  I waited until he receded from the edge of climax before I let my hands trail lower, across his taint, and my slippery fingers played with his pucker.

  “Now. Now. Now.” He almost bellowed the words.

  I’d found an unexpected pleasure point, which opened up new possibilities. I let my finger trail back over his taint to his cock. I twisted until my ass faced Dare. I smoothed the condom over his straining erection before I let him push up inside me. I circled my hips.

  “Red.” His voice was hoarse.

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p; I circled in slow up and down movements. He gripped my hips, squeezing tight. I wanted to touch myself and come again.

  “Dare.” My husky voice sounded different to me. “I’m coming again.”

  “Let’s go.” He pushed up into me.

  “Can I come first, right now? While you’re inside me.” I bit my lip. “I dare you not to come, yet.”

  “I can last forever, take what you need.” His words were halting between hard pants for breath. “This torture feels so damn...I never...” His words were muffled by his grunts of pleasure.

  “I’m touching my breasts, imagining your mouth is on them.” My fingers twisted my nipples with a sharp pain. Pleasure shot through me and I spiraled higher. “You make me feel beautiful when you worship my body.”

  He struggled against his own climb to the edge.

  “Can I finger my pussy?” I purred the words. “Please, it’d feel so spectacular.”

  “Touch yourself.” His voice was gruff, like he’d scraped it across rocks.

  I circled my hips in the same slow dance. My hand trailed low until I found my clit. We were intimate friends, and I’d be done in seconds. My left hand stroked my nipple. The flicks became an impatient pulse and the sensation tightened my nipples and shot straight to my womb. My muscles spasmed around Dare’s dick. I stroked myself through the climax, yelling my release. Dare held still even as his breaths came fast and shallow.

  “Fuck me.” His words a whisper. “Red.” He said my name in a sigh of breath.

  I wet my finger with my juices and glided lower until I pulsed against his anus and slipped it inside.

  His breath left in a whoosh. I pushed into him and found the special gland, pulsing my finger against it.

  With a fierce and feral yell, he pushed up off the bed with his orgasm. Then he flopped back, thrashing as he came long and hard. Slowly I slipped my finger free.

  Pride swelled inside at my ability to give him the same kind of out-of-control pleasure he gave me. When the shudders subsided, I turned to lie atop him.