by Jenika Snow
Evernight Publishing ®
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Copyright© 2015 Jenika Snow
ISBN: 978-1-77233-184-4
Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs
Editor: Karyn White
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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
DEDICATION
To all the readers out there that show their continued support and wanted more from The Grizzly MC. Thank you all!
Author’s Note
This novella is a look into the lives of the next generation of The Grizzly MC. Although it can be read as a standalone, it is highly recommended that you read the previous Grizzly MC books to better know and understand the characters, their lives, and the world they live in.
Dakota and Tawny’s story takes place after the epilogue of Her Grizzly Outlaw (The Grizzly MC, 8). Although this story does take place in a world where bear shifting bikers exist, and though Tawny has a dormant bear inside of her, Dakota is human, and there is no shifting in this book.
FAMILY TREE
The Grizzly MC
· Tallin “Jagger” Landon (President)
o Sonya White
§ Nico (Twin) (m)
· Alexis Stein
§ Lucas (Twin) (m)
· Tarren Stoker
o Lola Landon (f)
§ Cain (m)
· Cane “Diesel” Marsh (Vice President)
o Maggie Drake
§ Jakob (m)
§ Bodhi (m)
· Dillon “Brick” Stein (Sergeant at Arms)
o Darra Strand
§ Alexis (f)
· Nico Landon
§ Odin (m)
· Court Devlin
o Lilly Winters
§ Mason (m)
· Dallas Stoker
o Hope Richards
§ Tarren (f)
· Lucas Landon
o Lola Landon (f)
§ Tawny (f)
· Dakota Mason
· Jackson “Stinger” Frost
o Molly Clark
§ Dakota (Malice and Molly) (m)
· Tawny Stoker
§ Lina (f)
§ Ben (m)
· Drevin South
The Brothers of Menace MC
· Lucien Silver (President)
o Callie Roberts
§ Gabriel (m)
§ Maverick (m)
§ Ava (f)
· Logan “Kink” Roberts (Vice President)
o Bailey “Cookie” Smith
§ Marcus (m)
§ Lincoln “Link” (m)
§ Livvy (f)
· Trevor “Malice” Mason (Sergeant at Arms)
o Adrianna Carmine
§ Dakota (Malice and Molly) (m)
§ Drea (twin) (f)
§ Darius (twin) (m)
· Dakota (Malice and Molly) (m)
o Tawny Stoker
· Cain Trainer
§ Fallina (Cain and Beth Wern (d)) (f)
· Boston “Tuck” Oakley
· “Shane “Pierce” Booker
· Thayer “Rock” Ollin
· Sebastian “Ruin” Hollander
DAKOTA’S CLAIM
The Grizzly MC, 9
Jenika Snow
Copyright © 2015
Chapter One
“Come on, Dakota. You aren’t even hard for me.” Bitty, a club pussy girl who got around with all the members, was doing some kind of grinding dance on his crotch. They were at The Brothers of Menace clubhouse, many of the MC members either in the back fucking some club pussy, or getting drunk and high.
“I told you I’m not in the mood,” he said and took a swig of his beer.
“They always say they aren’t in the mood, but you know I can get this big dick of yours hard as rock.” She went to grab his crotch, but he snatched her hand away, held her wrist in a loose, but forceful hold, and stared at her overly done made-up face. Bitty was rough around the edges, looking like she had been ridden hard and hung up soaking wet. She was in her forties, had bleached blonde hair with black roots coming through, and stank of cum. Yeah, she really fucking smelled like she was covered in the shit. Out of all the club pussy that hung around at the club, she was by far the roughest, oldest, and just plain rundown of the girls. But she pleased the other brothers, fucked them any which way they wanted, and apparently they didn’t give two shits about what a female looked like, or hell, felt like. But Dakota hadn’t put his dick inside of her, wouldn’t either. She just screamed nasty.
“I can make you come in five minutes, baby, maybe even sooner if we go in one of the backrooms and have a little privacy.” She tried to rub his crotch with her other hand, but he pushed her off of him. She fell to the ground, picked her skanky ass up, and huffed out. “Fine, you don’t want me. There is a club full of other bikers here that would be happy to tap my ass.” She turned and walked over to the club members that were on a run from California, sat her slutty ass down on one of their laps, and turned to stare at him, as if she were thinking he’d be jealous.
If she knew anything about him she’d realize that he had no intentions of ever sticking his dick in her toxic pussy. It wasn’t just because every brother here had been with her ten times over, but because since coming back from his run the only thing he had been able to think about was Tawny Stoker.
Tawny Stoker, this little blonde with a curvy body that drove him mad, was the daughter of one fierce and protective Grizzly MC member. She was also the woman he had been lusting after over for the past few years. It was like this sickness inside of Dakota, because when he was with a woman, if he could even get it up for her, all he thought about was Tawny.
But Dakota didn’t want to call it, or even consider it a sickness, because wanting the Grizzly girl was right on so many levels. It felt so right. He just called it a sickness because of what it did to him. He wasn’t with her, had never told her, or anyone else for that matter, that he was so in deep with his feeling concerning Tawny that he couldn’t go a day without thinking of her. He felt like he was obsessed, infatuated with her, like he couldn’t fucking concentrate without her image popping into his mind.
He went over to the bar, grabbed the bottle of Jack from the prospect, and started chugging right from it. Dakota wasn’t like all of the other members here. He didn’t fuck random women just for the sake of it, didn’t drink and get high to pass the time, and certainly didn’t throw his emotions around as if they were nothing. What he felt for Tawny was real, the most real thing he had ever felt in his life. It scared him, to be honest, and there were not a lot of things in this world that scared Dakota. He had grown up to be this hardcore biker, the son of an enforcer, and working towards that life for himself as well. Dakota also had taken lives, had helped in bringing down men that had meant to hurt his club and the people that the MC protected. The truth was he wasn’t a good man, and although he knew Tawny deserved someone much better than he was, he also knew that he couldn’t just walk away. He might be a chicken-shit for not just confronting her with how he felt, but that didn’t mean he would just back up anymore. He wanted her too badly, and sooner or later he knew that need for Tawny would eat him up inside until he snapped.
“You okay, man?” Lucien asked. The president of the Brothers of Menace was still just as dangerous, just as built and powerful as he had been two decades befor
e. But having a family of his own, with a woman who was the daughter of Kink, the VP of the club, and also having a couple of kids of his own, had made the hardened biker softer in a sense. Lucien was still one mean motherfucker, though, and ran their club with an iron fist and a smart as fuck mind that kept them at the top of the food chain.
“I’m good.”
Lucien stared at him, this hard, unreadable expression on his face. He turned and grabbed a shot that the prospect had waiting for him, tossed it back, and then he looked at Dakota again. Even though the president was in his sixties, an old man compared to Dakota, he didn’t look over forty. How in the hell the man managed to stay looking so young, to still have his body in shape after all these years, was a mystery.
No, it’s not.
No, Dakota supposed it wasn’t so much of a mystery. Lucien kept in shape, had love and family in his life. And it was clear it did the man good. His silvery colored eyes regarded Dakota strangely.
“Nah, you’re not cool. In fact, I’d be willing to bet just about anything that the reason you look like you got kicked in the balls is because you’re jonesing hard for a woman.” Lucien grabbed another shot, tossed that one back, and then tipped his empty shot glass over on the counter, signaling he was finished. They stared at each other, and when Dakota didn’t answer right away Lucien grinned. “Yeah, female trouble for sure. Hell, man, I know what you’re going through, believe me.”
Dakota grunted, not knowing what to say but not about to lie either.
“You want to talk about it?” he asked Dakota.
“Not in the least.” Dakota looked at Lucien and smirked. “Let’s just say that the one I want has a back-up of men that are like her big brothers, and a father that will gladly kick my ass and rip off my balls for even thinking the things I have about her.”
Lucien was silent for a moment, looked at the club and all the debauchery going on, and then exhaled. “I am going to take a wild guess and say she is part of The Grizzlies?” He didn’t look at Dakota right away, but Dakota also didn’t deny it. Lucien was a smart man, and had gone through his own hell in trying to keep his woman.
Dakota ran a hand over his face and knew he needed to shave, but didn’t give a fuck at the moment.
“Listen,” Lucien said and faced Dakota again. “I won’t tell you what you should or shouldn’t do concerning your love life, but I will say this.” He paused for a moment. “If you want something so much that it consumes you, takes up your thoughts, and the very idea of another man touching what is yours sends you into a blind rage, then you go for it, fight until you are bloody and can’t stand up, and never back down.” Lucien rose to his full height. “Love is worth fighting for. Your woman is worth fighting for.”
And before Dakota could respond the front doors opened, and in walked Lucien’s clan. Callie wasn’t in tow, but his three kids walked in. Gabriel, the oldest Silver son, was twenty-two, already thick in the club, and just as mean as his father could be. He was also a big motherfucker, and still growing. Maverick, Lucien’s other son, and only twenty, was following in his big brother and father’s footsteps. Maverick was getting deeper into the club now that he had graduated. And then the last one to walk in was Ava, Lucien’s sixteen-year-old daughter, or his little girl as Lucien declared her.
“Yo, Lucien, you know your kids were coming?” Dakota asked. It wasn’t unusual for the boys to show up, especially since they had shown an interest in the club, but seeing Ava walk in was a bit of a shock. Lucien did not allow her within the club unless he knew she was coming, mainly because their president didn’t want his daughter seeing all the shit the club members did and also because he wanted to make sure it was safe for her to be here. Of course the clubhouse was the safest place for any of their loved ones, especially during a lockdown, but right now there was a shitload of drugs, booze, and blatant sex going on.
Lucien cursed out, pushed away from the bar, and charged toward the three Silver offspring. Dakota turned in his seat to watch the show that was sure to go down, and then realized that the whole clubhouse had seemed to freeze. He looked around, saw Kink and Cookie’s son, Marcus, sitting on the edge of the couch, a woman on his lap, one who couldn’t be more than eighteen, and a joint between his lips. At twenty-four, Marcus was an already patched in member, tough as nails, and not discriminatory when it came to showing the club girls attention. Marcus looked over at Dakota, lifted his hand to pinch the joint between his fingers, took a big hit, and then tipped his chin in greeting. Marcus was a cold bastard, maybe even colder than Lucien. He fit right in the club.
“Are you boys fucking kidding me right now bringing your baby sister here?” Lucien said in a deep, angry voice. He stopped in front of Gabriel and Maverick, crossed his thickly muscled arms over his chest, and stared at his sons.
“You act like you don’t know how Ava acts when she wants her way,” Gabriel said, and crossed his arms, too. “She’s stubborn as hell, and demanded that we take her, or she’d catch the bus.”
Lucien growled out, and Dakota saw Maverick eyeing the pussy in the club. When he looked at Lucien again it was to see him pulling Ava into the protection of his body, and successfully blocking out all of the shit going on behind him.
“I need to talk to you, Dad. You aren’t answering your phone, and Mom’s driving me up the damn wall over this Brandon thing.”
Dakota heard Lucien growl at the mention of the guy Ava had been talking about going out with, on her first date Dakota might add. Lucien ran a hand over his head, pulled Ava closer, and Dakota smirked. It was a little funny to see a strong, take no shit man like Lucien getting all jittery at the idea of his daughter going on her first date.
Lucien steered Ava away from the main room and into the meeting office, and barked out that he wanted all this shit cleared out before they returned. And then he shut the door behind him and his daughter. The room grew even more silent. Everyone glanced at each other, and then Marcus started laughing. He was clearly drunk, because everyone was looking at him like he had lost his damn mind. Laughing at Lucien when he was clearly upset over Ava being around all this shit, and when their president was in hearing range, wasn’t smart, and no one would do it unless they were fucked up.
Dakota looked at Gabriel and Maverick again, saw them arguing about knowing better than bringing Ava here, and then headed toward the back of the club. Yeah, this was just one thing that seemed to always happen around here. The club was a place of brotherhood, of family, but it was also a place they got fucked up, screwed club pussy, and where shit always got started whether it should or not.
This was his life, and what he’d be bringing Tawny into if he went after her. Sure, she may be a Grizzly girl, had grown up around hardened bikers, but Dakota saw himself as dangerous for her, too damn dangerous because he wanted her the way he did. Being away from her hadn’t lessened his desires for Tawny, but made them grow to obsessive levels.
Chapter Two
Dakota sat in his truck, the night cloaking his presence pretty well, and because of that making him feel like a damn stalker. And even though he told himself that this was okay, that he was just making sure Tawny was okay, it was true that he was watching her without her knowing about it. But he couldn’t help it, couldn’t help this need and desire inside of him that were growing stronger every day. He had never wanted a woman like this, not even a fraction of it in fact. This wasn’t just a passing desire, but a deep-rooted love he had. Had he ever loved a woman? Fuck no. He’d never felt this way about anyone in his entire life.
He leaned back in his seat, watching as Tawny and her three friends came out of the movie theater. He noticed two of the girls, Ava, Lucien’s daughter, and Livvy, Kink’s twenty-two year old daughter. And then he saw the punk Tawny was standing beside. Well, shit, it was a date, obviously given the way the guy was eye-fucking Tawny, and that pissed Dakota the hell off. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, felt his hands dig into the leather, and a burn take root in his palms, and
gritted his teeth. The asshole, who was pierced the hell up and had tattoos peeking out from the collar of his shirt, wrapped his arm around Tawny and pulled her close. It was November, and because of that it was cold as fuck. Dakota leaned forward, staring out the window as his blood started pumping hard. His body got hot as jealousy overcame him, and he wanted to go out there rip that fucker’s arm from his body, and get in his face to tell him that Tawny was his.
His feelings toward her were ludicrous, intense, and screamed of primal, animalistic need. He shouldn’t be having them, but then again he didn’t want them to end. Squeezing the steering wheel so hard he heard the damn thing creak from the force, he started the engine. He told himself that he’d back up, head home, and beat one off thinking of Tawny and her curvy fucking body. Yeah, that was a dick move, and a little on the weird side, but it was better than going out there and proclaiming that she was his, and that no one else would touch her or they’d die. It was also better than making an ass out of himself, and getting arrested for beating that asshole that touched her.
At least that was what he kept telling himself.
****
Tawny heard the sound of a vehicle starting close by, and glanced at the truck across the street. It was a dark, newer one, and she recognized it instantly. Ava and Livvy were talking to each other, and her date was right beside her. Dylan was her usual type: a bad boy with piercings and tattoos. But the truth was she had invited Ava and Livvy so she didn’t have to deal with the pleasantries of a date. He was persistent when it came to asking her out, and after a month of him texting and calling, she’d finally caved and said okay to a movie. And as soon as the lights had gone off in the theater Dylan had become Mr. Touchy Feely. Tawny might be a virgin, but she had skated the sexual edge with the guys she had gone out with. The only difference was she had done it on her terms, and when she was ready. The fact Dylan had been insistent on touching her legs, and then whispering how hot she made him, right when Ava and Livvy were next to her, had been a deal breaker. But even so, it wasn’t just because Dylan was a pig. She was still lusting after a certain Brothers of Menace member, one that was in that truck across the street.
