One finely plucked brow arched high, and her eyes hardened, showing me that she didn’t like what I’d said. Before she had too much time to think about her response I pulled her to me and slammed my mouth down over hers. As soon as my lips touched hers, she opened her mouth and welcomed my tongue inside. She was so receptive. I slid my hands around her waist and lowered them to cup her ass, pulling her tighter against my aching dick.
A shrill cry from inside the house tore us apart. We both took off running. I stormed up the porch steps and practically tore the screen door off its hinges to get into the house, with Iris right behind me. I came to a stop right inside the door, taking a second to look around, but Iris continued around me and ran up the stairs. I didn’t hesitate, taking off behind her.
“Penny!” she cried out halfway up.
“In the bedroom!”
Fuck, I wasn’t sure I was ready for what we might find in the bedroom, but at the same time I was glad that I was there. We entered the bedroom together, and the first thing my eyes landed on was the empty bed, and then Dickie on the floor with Penny kneeling over him.
She glanced up at us with tears in her eyes. “He fell out of bed,” she explained.
Dickie was red-faced and moaning, and trying to get up. I knew him, knew that showing any kind of weakness was killing him inside. He was a shell of the man that he used to be, and I sensed it was hard for him having Penny witness his weakness. It would be for any man.
“Must have tripped over the fucking cat,” he finally said.
I exchanged a look with Penny. They didn’t have a cat. She just shook her head, her expression changing to intense sorrow. In the meantime Dickie was still struggling to get up.
“Wait, brother.” I gave both women a meaningful glance as I went to him. “Out, ladies.”
“But−” Penny began to protest.
I locked eyes with Iris. “Take her out.”
I liked how she didn’t hesitate, didn’t question me, but just went to Penny and pulled her away by the arm. When both women were out of the bedroom I helped a weak Dickie to his feet and back into the bed. He grumbled the whole time.
“I fucking hate this,” he groused when I stepped back.
“I know, Prez.”
We locked eyes. “No, you’re the president now,” he said. “The best man for the job.”
I remained silent, my jaw locked into place because of the emotion running through me until I was finally able to mutter, “Thank you, brother.”
I knew what Dickie was saying, could see it in his eyes. He was thanking me for going to prison for him, for making it possible for him to spend his last days with his family and his club. He hadn’t asked me to take the fall for him, but I’d done it, and gladly. I would do it again a hundred times over. It’s what we did. We were brothers who looked out for one another, and did what we had to for the club. For our families.
I acknowledged him with a chin lift, determined to change the mood in the room. “Do you need help with your morning shower or anything?”
A laugh burst from him. “I knew you always wanted to see my dick.”
“I’ve seen your dick,” I grinned. “It isn’t much to brag about.”
“Fucking asshole,” he responded.
“May we come back in?” Penny asked from the doorway, setting worried eyes on Dickie.
“Baby, why don’t you and Iris go down and make us some breakfast? I want to visit with VD for a bit.”
She hesitated, and then nodded. “Poached eggs?”
“Yeah, I could go for a couple, how about you, VD?”
“Sounds good to me.” I gave Iris a look and a wink before settling myself in the chair next to the bed. It brought a small smile to her face, but when my gaze ran down the length of her, she turned beet red and spun around to leave.
“Darlin’.” Iris halted and looked back at me. “You might want to put on some panties.”
Her pretty mouth opened and then she did something I wasn’t expecting, she gave me the finger. I laughed loudly at her departing back.
“You like her,” Dickie said as soon as the women were gone. I just nodded, not wanting to discuss it yet. “You’re a married man, brother, you shouldn’t be looking at another woman the way you look at Iris.”
Shit. Had he forgotten I was divorced? Thinking back to his comment about the cat, I began to wonder if the comment had been a result of his illness, and not a way to cover up his fall. Deciding not to question him about it, I said, “A brother can look, can’t he? Don’t mean I’ll act on it.”
He nodded, as if satisfied with my comment. “So, how are things at the club?”
“Good. We’ve got the charity run coming up.”
“And bike week at Daytona.”
“Yep. That, too.” I didn’t want to tell him that the trip there depended on what was going on with him. Daytona bike week had always been a major event for the club, and we hadn’t missed one yet, but no one wanted to be so far away from home while Dickie was on his death bed. “So tell me, brother, what can I do for you?”
“Nothing now, just make sure Penny is taken care of when the time comes.”
“Goes without saying,” I responded. The club always took care of the families of fallen brothers, it didn’t matter if it was the result of illness or club activities. “You don’t have to worry about that. I planned on taking care of Iris, too.” The thought brought a little smile to my lips.
“Boys.” Iris came into the room, and I noticed that she’d slipped on a pair of shorts beneath her shirt. I gave her a stern look at the word, ‘boys’. “Where would you like breakfast?” It was clear that her question was meant for Dickie.
“I’m not so bad off that I can’t make it down for breakfast,” he said, making a move to get up again. “That’ll be the day when you have to fucking feed me in bed.”
I gave Iris a meaningful glance.
“Well then, come on down,” she said, turning and leaving me to help Dickie.
Pretty and smart.
“Come on, brother, let’s get down there before breakfast gets cold.”
Once I’d helped Dickie to his feet and he’d taken a moment to get his balance, he seemed good to go. I let him follow me down the stairs in case he should fall. I wouldn’t catch him, but at least my bulk would keep him from tumbling all the way down. As we neared the kitchen, I could hear the women talking.
“A picnic! VD doesn’t look like a picnic kind of guy,” Penny said in a lighthearted tone. “Are you sure about this?”
“Why not? I can take care of myself, and I think I can handle Vince.”
“He looks kind of dangerous to me.”
Iris laughed. “I’m not worried about it. All the Mad Dogs’ men look dangerous, but I think their bark is worse than their bite.”
Oh, yeah? She thought that, did she?
“Just be careful you don’t bite off more than you can chew,” Penny advised, but I could hear the smile in her voice. “There they are!” she announced as Dickie and I walked into the kitchen.
They’d set up breakfast on the island, and suddenly I was hungry. The smell of bacon always did that to me.
“You sit here,” Iris said with a smile. I glanced down at my plate, which held four pieces of toast, three poached eggs, and several pieces of bacon. The other plates held about half of what mine had. I raised a brow and gave her a look. “You look like you can handle it.”
“Not much I can’t handle,” I said, sitting down. I couldn’t wait for our picnic. I was going to show her that my bite was worse than my bark. She may have been sweet and cute, but she needed to know the Mad Dogs were more than just dangerous men that she could ‘handle’. I was extremely territorial and a hard-core alpha and her little bottom was going to know the truth.
I ate breakfast with relish, thinking about where I was taking her for our picnic. Some place quiet, and isolated, because I had every intention of fucking her until she couldn’t walk.
I wa
s going to own her.
Chapter 6
Iris
I stared down at the basket, going over the list in my head again to make sure that I didn’t forget anything. Not knowing what Vince liked, I packed the all-American staples for our picnic date--apple pie, fried chicken, potato salad. Just in case, I made him a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I broke out in a smile over the thought of him picking that over fried chicken. Even though he was bringing the beer, I packed a thermos of iced tea.
I was actually looking forward to our date. I hadn’t seen Vince in four days, not since the day we’d fucked against his bike. I still got hot thinking about that morning, and I’d had more than one steamy dream about it, waking drenched in sweat and hornier than hell. One time had been so bad that I’d had to relieve myself, screaming out Vince’s name in my pillow when I came.
“Having second thoughts?”
Penny’s voice shook me out of my musings. “No, why?”
“You were staring off into space,” she smiled, taking a peek into the basket. “Look.”
I leaned over her shoulder and watched her pull down a flap I hadn’t known was there. Tucked behind it were napkins, wet wipes, plastic silverware, salt and pepper, and a corkscrew.
“Wow. I didn’t even know that was there.”
“I know.” She gave me a thorough look. “I like that outfit.”
It was a short, sleeveless jumpsuit that flared slightly at my hips and thighs, giving it a skirt appearance. I knew that it emphasized the shape of my body and looked good on me. The way the soft linen fell against me made me feel pretty, and the scooped neckline revealed cleavage I was sure Vince would appreciate.
“I like it, too.”
We both started at the unexpected masculine voice coming from outside the screen door. Vince was standing there, and I was surprised we hadn’t heard him pull up. He was dressed much like the other times I’d seen him, right down to his cut. My belly did a flip when I saw his gaze drop lazily down my body, his eyes growing dark like a summer storm. I wondered how long he’d been there, listening.
“We didn’t even hear you drive in,” Penny said, greeting Vince with a friendly smile.
“Have the truck today, sweetheart.” He opened the door. “I have the blanket and beer, as ordered.” He gave Penny a wink before looking back at me. God, he was hot! “Are you ready, darlin’?”
“Yep.” I went to reach for the basket.
“Wait a minute.” He caught my hand and pulled me back around and against him. “Where’s my hello kiss?”
I opened my mouth and that’s when he swooped down and slanted his lips over mine. An instant moan of desire moved up my throat. His arm was curled around my waist and he held me tight against him. My breasts were smashed into his chest, and I could feel my nipples tingling. It wasn’t our first kiss, but it felt and tasted just as good as the first one.
“If your sister wasn’t here I’d show you just how much I like this little number you have on by taking it off,” he said in a low tone, and I was glad that Penny wasn’t close enough to hear. His meaning was clear, and I shivered, thinking about his hands and mouth on my body. Then he got the cockiest grin on his sexy face, as if he knew what I was thinking
“You’re evil.”
He laughed it off and reached for the basket.
Penny held the door for us. I paused on the way by. “I have my phone with me.”
“We’ll be okay, honey. Dickie’s been sleeping a lot lately, so I don’t have to worry about him moving around.”
I knew that wasn’t good. He’d really gone downhill since I’d come home, and his mind wasn’t always right. Penny had told me that the doctors had warned her to expect that toward the end, and I had a feeling that it wouldn’t be much longer. I’d had qualms about going on this picnic, but Penny had insisted that I get out.
I followed Vince out to his truck. It was big and black with darkly tinted windows. He set the basket in the bed behind the passenger side and opened the door for me. I started to step up on the running board when my arm was grabbed and I was pulled against a hard, unyielding body. I caught my breath, flattening my palms against Vince’s chest.
“You’ve already had your hello kiss,” I teased, feeling something pleasant flutter in my core. His charisma, the woodsy scent that enveloped him, the arousal in his eyes, all helped to make my knees weak and my breathing irregular. “You smell good.”
He released a deep breath and then clenched his hand in my hair at the back of my head. Suddenly his forehead was resting against mine. “Fuck, I can smell you.”
Okay, I’d given him a compliment, but his comment made me wonder if I had body odor or something. In spite of that, I found myself laughing softly. “Do I need to go back in and take a shower?”
There was a minute of silence before he clarified. “No, darlin’, not that kind of smell. I can smell you.” He pulled back and looked into my eyes. “I can smell your arousal.”
Oh, God, what could I say to that? I couldn’t deny it, I was aroused. From the second he’d made his presence known my body had been buzzing with constant need. That’s what he did to me. “Does it bother you to know when a woman wants you?” It was similar to the question he’d asked me in the pantry that first day.
“Oh, darlin’, you shouldn’t have admitted that.”
“Am I in trouble?”
“Big trouble. We better get going or we won’t make it out of this driveway.”
I didn’t question him because I knew exactly how he felt. He assisted me into the truck, shut the door, and then walked around to his side.
“Where are you taking me?”
He started the truck. “My special place.”
I had to wonder where that was. A sex dungeon? A park? The parking lot of a grocery store? But that was all Vince said. I sat back and kicked my sandals off, watching the scenery go by but highly aware of the man sitting next to me. To keep my eyes off him I lay my head back and closed them, dreamily thinking what the afternoon would hold. I didn’t open them again until I felt Vince make a sharp turn and the truck leave the road. As far as I could tell we weren’t on any road after that, but he seemed to know where he was going. We went through a field and over several hills until we came to a lake and dead end.
The spot was beautiful, isolated and peaceful, surrounded by trees and a grassy bank that went right up to the water. I opened my door because Vince opened his. I slid to the ground, forgetting about my shoes until my bare feet sank into the soft grass. After that it didn’t matter.
“Your place is beautiful,” I said to Vince, taking the blanket he handed me. I wondered how many women he’d brought there.
He grabbed the basket and beer. “It’s on the back end of my property.”
That comment caught me by surprise, as I’d thought that he lived closer to where the others were building near Dickie and Penny.
“You come here often?” I followed him carefully toward the lake, watching where I stepped.
“Whenever I need to find peace,” he admitted. He came to a stop and I spread the blanket out. “Whenever I want to be alone.” He set the basket and beer down.
I let him pull me down with him onto the blanket. “How many times have you brought a woman here?” I could have bitten my tongue off for prying, and could only hope that I hadn’t sounded too desperate.
“You’re the first one, darlin’.” His mouth covered mine and I was all set for a long kiss, but he pulled away too damned soon. Suddenly he pushed me onto my back and covered me with his body. “Do you know how much I want to fuck you, baby?” When he thrust his hard, jean-covered cock into my pelvis I instinctively parted my legs. “I fucking dream about you, Iris. I wake up with a raging hard-on, dripping cum, needing your pussy so badly but only finding my hand.” He ground his cock against my mound, and I felt myself getting wet. “I’m going to spend the afternoon fucking you hard, until we’re both so exhausted that we can’t stand.”
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iquid burst from between my legs at his filthy words, and I knew that if I reached down I’d find the thin cloth covering my pussy soaked. Whimpering, I lifted enough to bite his chin. He groaned and slammed his mouth back on mine. The kiss ignited our libidos and we turned wild, biting, kissing, clawing and twisting against each other in mutual need to give and take. The silence surrounding us filled with sounds of ecstasy and heavy breathing. When Vince tore his mouth from mine I wanted to cry, until he began to kiss and bite his way down my neck, undoing the buttons to my jumper as he went.
I lay there twisting with hunger, clenching my hands in the blanket and quivering beneath his hot roaming mouth. When he was done with the buttons he pulled the material away and kissed and licked his way down my chest to my naked breasts. I’d purposely left off wearing a bra for this very reason.
“Good girl, baby,” he murmured with approval against a rigid nipple. “I hope you left your panties at home, too.” He moved his mouth back and forth between breasts, loving them until they were swollen and red, chafed by his whiskers. As he moved down my rib cage and belly, his hands were busy caressing my breasts. I ran my fingers into his hair and gave a tug to get his attention. “Vince. I want to touch you, too.” I sounded desperate, but I didn’t care. “I need to feel your skin under my hands.”
He sat back on his knees abruptly, and, keeping his eyes locked on mine, removed his cut and then pulled off his t-shirt. My eyes immediately ate him up, marveling at the defined pecs and rippling six-pack he’d been hiding. His arms were bulging with muscles, too, and what really turned me on were his tattoos. He seemed to realize my fascination with them and gave me a minute to drink him all in.
The Mad Dogs MC logo covered his whole chest, the head of a snarling black bulldog with his bottom canines sticking out, and a cigarette hanging out the corner of his mouth. He also had on an army green half helmet. The words “Mad Dogs MC” arched above the dog’s head, while “Brewer Maine” was beneath the square jaw. It was a replica of the logo that was on the back of each of their cuts. The rest of Vince’s tattoos, the ones on his shoulders, neck, and arms were the intricate black lines of tribal tattoos.
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